Randy960
Well-Known Member
Three years ago at this moment, I was standing in a ditch in Pennsylvania staring at my truck laying on its side. The truck I had bought only four days before. Since then, I have replaced nearly all of the body panels. I have replaced all of the suspension and brake components. I’ve put 2 clutches in it. Five different sets of tires have held it up. It’s been a dozen different colors. It has 184,000 miles on it. That’s 63,000 more than when I bought it, which is nearly twice what the average American drives. I’ve done over 20 oil changes on it. I’ve put $10,000 of gas in it. I’ve driven it in 8 different states. I’ve gotten it stuck a dozen times. I’ve parked it on and in many a snow bank. I’ve slept in it; damn near lived in it. I’ve driven it to three different jobs and two schools. I’ve drank in, on, near, and even under it. It’s helped me move most of my friends at least once. The stereo system has endured thousands of hours of music cranked up way too loud. I have put my literal blood, sweat, and tears into it. It has scarred me as much as I have scarred it. I have hated it at times, and loved it many more. It has taught me more than I’ve learned in years of schooling. It has taken me everywhere, and nowhere. *Holds up beer* So here’s to you, truck, may we have many more years together.
