The other talking point about this truck is every morning, I hold my breath that it will start. This truck has been cruising down the streets and highways of Oklahoma since 1997.
So when my husband leaves for work every morning, part of my routine is to listen for that distinctive sound signaling yet another day that vehicle is on the road.
But the main nerve is hit when we talk about the day this truck will no longer be in our lives — a topic I bring up often, but one that my husband doesn’t want to engage in.
I understand his pain. A few years ago I had to give up my “single lady” car. It was a red Pontiac that was the first big purchase I’d ever made as an adult. The car was perfect for one, but with a tall husband and two dogs, it just didn’t manage well.
I’m sure one day, I’ll pull into my driveway and see that truck gone. There are a lot of memories attached to it, and it’s odd to think that a vehicle could do that to a person.
That truck has brought home many of my zany large purchases from garage sales and local merchants. Once, it aided in hauling off a very ugly ceiling fan.
Other passengers in that truck have included old lumber, paint cans and dirt to fill in the holes in the backyard.
It’s served its purpose well and, for 3,000 pounds, it seems that it didn’t take long to wiggle it’s way into my heart — almost like the one who drives it.
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