Tribute to the Truck

I love that little grey truck! I think I have a special connection with cars. I feel like a piece of me has died with this truck. Something like this might have happened when I was three--when Mom and Dad decided to make my life miserable and sell Goldie. I just cried and cried. It was a horrible day!! The truck got me all through high school, but he did kinda have a rough life. The front was all smooshed from Dad rear-ending someone. The driver's side window only rolled up if you pushed it out and up while turning the handle. The outside driver's handle was broken by Ray and Fat Curtis one day while trying to steal it. The tailgate was all skiwampus thanks to Trever when he stole it in order to ask me to Homecoming. It always reeked of gas--I swore it was leaking time after time. But the good ol boys from the shop said it was fine. The speedometer was off 5mph so I always looked like more of a dare devil than I really was:) I did however get in my first crash with this little truck. Smacked right into Mr. Udall on my first day of a legalized driver. I still claim it was his fault. Plus, he's a Udall. That equals all wrong-doing on his part. I got pulled over at least 3 more times in this little guy--once for swerving. Good thing mom was in the car. Another time for a cracked windshield. And another for a tail light or something ridiculous like that. I had my bright pink wristband around the stick shift that was part of my student council campaign for Junior year. I loved just cruising down main street, going to shortstop or romping through the golf course. I also loved jamming to Taylor Swift's "Picture to Burn" on the way to school with Rachie every day. I love you little grey truck!