PhoenixBill
Tele-Holic
In August 1994 I bought a new pickup truck. Not just any truck, but a white Ford F250 4WD Supercab with the brand-spanking-new Powerstroke 7.3L diesel. 4.10 LS rear end, 8 foot bed, cloth captain’s chairs and every option available on a pickup truck at the time. It’s seen triumph and tragedy. Moved me across country twice. Towed a travel trailer on vacations, towed my boat a whole lotta times. Rescued a family member in another cross country dash. Toted me and a full PA to a whole bunch of gigs. Hauled a flatbed trailer a lotta times. Not to mention the lumber and whatnot.
Now it’s only got roughly 130,000 miles. Gets used maybe twice a year if that often; I no longer have a travel trailer or boat or flatbed trailer and hopefully I never make another move again. The days of toting a full PA system are over, and the truck sits in the garage taking up most of the space. So reluctantly I should sell it, I could use the cash (and could handle no longer paying insurance on it) and getting the garage space back will be nice.
Still hurts though. It’s been part of my life for almost 3 decades, indeed almost half my life. Sigh. Sadness.
Now it’s only got roughly 130,000 miles. Gets used maybe twice a year if that often; I no longer have a travel trailer or boat or flatbed trailer and hopefully I never make another move again. The days of toting a full PA system are over, and the truck sits in the garage taking up most of the space. So reluctantly I should sell it, I could use the cash (and could handle no longer paying insurance on it) and getting the garage space back will be nice.
Still hurts though. It’s been part of my life for almost 3 decades, indeed almost half my life. Sigh. Sadness.