Small bites

Alora

I just cleaned out my truck to sell it and I find that while I wasn't emotional I find that as I sit here I'm getting more emotional about it. I remember climbing into it for the first time. The bright and beautiful day I drove it from the house I lived in. The white nail polish I spilled in the console, trying to make my toe nails perfect for a date I was going on. The boy and the field I'd gotten lost in, in it. The first big move. The second BIG move. The first two winters here, that were the worst, where the truck got me through. The blow out that happened at 70 miles an hour going to Gainsville, Texas. The two times in my life I'd changed tires in it, the third that a nice old man helped me with because I was in my nice work clothes. The cop that pulled me over to talk about his family in Louisana because he saw my Texas tags - EXPIRED by 9 months.

These are memories that could have happened in any vehicle. This one I almost had repoed , but paid off, every penny, by myself. I ruined my sister credit with this vehicle - something that I'll live with even if I am still terribly sorry about it happening. Kevin Costner's character in "A Perfect World" said it best. He called a car a "time machine". Which is exactly what it is. I spent countless hours in that vehicle, making countless memories in it.

I recommend a Chevy Blazer LS 2001 if you can get it. It has been a great vehicle.