A while ago Dark Wing Duck commented that my truck on blocks (my old avatar) was scary. I'm here to tell you that wasn't half as scary as the posted pic.
I realize that many of you are not dyed-in-the-wool rednecks and thus will not understand our backwoods ways of being deeply involved with our rides. ALl of them old, all of them having high miles, all of them named. BUt this truck is me. ME! If people do not see it around town they say, oh, we thought you moved away. You might call it ubiquitous. And now you can call it broken.
Horsey teen and I are zipping down the road, right as rain, on the way to pick up the truck she just bought (1995 diesel with 390,000 kms) I pull out to pass a slow poke when there is a mighty BANG! and the motor dies! I manage to get on the shoulder without further incident, which was very lucky, and call the wrecker.
Now would be a good time for all my WCPS friends to feel dreadfully sorry for me and know that a portion of my identity has been ripped away. I am bereft, lost, homeless in a sense. I am going to retire to my tub and weep while drinking really sweet white wine. Seeing my truck on the wrecker gave me chest pains. The only upside is no matter what is broken, no matter how massive the damage, hubby has a replacement part laying in the bush including another motor if it comes to that. But for now, Uno is very, very sad.
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I realize that many of you are not dyed-in-the-wool rednecks and thus will not understand our backwoods ways of being deeply involved with our rides. ALl of them old, all of them having high miles, all of them named. BUt this truck is me. ME! If people do not see it around town they say, oh, we thought you moved away. You might call it ubiquitous. And now you can call it broken.
Horsey teen and I are zipping down the road, right as rain, on the way to pick up the truck she just bought (1995 diesel with 390,000 kms) I pull out to pass a slow poke when there is a mighty BANG! and the motor dies! I manage to get on the shoulder without further incident, which was very lucky, and call the wrecker.
Now would be a good time for all my WCPS friends to feel dreadfully sorry for me and know that a portion of my identity has been ripped away. I am bereft, lost, homeless in a sense. I am going to retire to my tub and weep while drinking really sweet white wine. Seeing my truck on the wrecker gave me chest pains. The only upside is no matter what is broken, no matter how massive the damage, hubby has a replacement part laying in the bush including another motor if it comes to that. But for now, Uno is very, very sad.
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I hope your truck can be fixed! 
