There are three brief adventures I remember through my high school years and those..involving the TRUCK....
1. A few years earlier, Trever Nicoll took off the tailgate to ask Jess to a Homecoming dance. During my Senior year Blake and I were driving the truck down past Grandma Anne's house and all of a sudden I hear a horrid scraping noise. I peer out of my rear view window and what do I see? The metal holding my tailgate on has simply broken off and it's draggin hardcore down the road!! Oh my goodness... What do you do?......Keep driving...it happens all the time?
2. The truck has been in the family for quite awhile and has endure through..well let's just say some fun times. One day I guess the truck decided to rebel against me. There had been a few brake ins in the school parking lot including our truck. The next day I thought I would be smart and actually lock my truck for the first time. Bad idea. I come out to the car after school and proceed to unlock the car. It's stuck. I jiggle the handle and keep trying. That's not embarrassing. No. Not at all right. I go to the other door and continue my worthless endeavor. Nothing. It's been about twenty minutes and now there is no one in the parking lot. I call Mom for a ride home. Later that night Dad and I go to pursue this thing. We bring a metal hanger to break in. We get there and Dad starts taking out the window and breaks out his "breaking in" skills. We're trying all kinds of methods...guessing Dad had some experience or something??? Anyway, it didn't work. Mom called someone and they said that the key no longer locked that vehicle and that new keys had to be made. Sweet! Know I can lock my truck with the key that I'm supposed to.
3.Our grey little truck is a 1965 Nissan Truck. It has been through many years of teenage years. You know what that means. One day Blake and I were driving 40 down Main and suddenly there are sparks flying out from the back of the car?....crap...no. Not the tailgate again....I look back and LO AND BEHOLD there's this thing draggin asphalt...It sounds wretched, not mentioning that it has been draggin for awhile now. Blake and I start freaking out a little because we have no clue what part of the truck that could possibly be. What if the truck catches on fire and blows up?.... Shoot I pulled over, parked...and Blake and I ran. After about twenty seconds I realize how ridiculous this might look..two random girls running down main with a deserted truck parked in the middle of a field. When I pulled over it was the closest place I could!....which happened to be in the middle of the field next to Dr. heap's office. While telling Jess about this experience and responding what I did i said, "I parked on the freaking side of the road!." ha..haha We gained courage to walk back. I took a picture to remember this and then a truck with two older looking gentleman stopped, leaned out the window and began explaining that our transmission had fallen off. Really? Really?....oh sheesh. We left that truck there. Deserted. And got a ride with someone else. It really turned to be the exhaust pipe...or something. It works still.
