Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Mourning my loss

Today, I am grieving the loss of an old friend. She was always there for me. She gave me 100% all the time. She was there for most of my daughter's life and all of my son's. Even my wife liked her. It's not easy to see the emptiness of the space which she occupied physically and emotionally. Last night, I sold my truck. I've had the truck for 7 years. With all the changes going on in my life this year, I decided that it was time to let go of my F-150 pickup.
 
There is a bond between a man and his truck that cannot be explained. A truck is transportation, for sure. But there are also other factors in the relationship. A pickup represents the freedom to move big bulky things when the need arises. A truck gives you the ability to pull other vehicles out of really deep mud. A truck gives you the freedom to pull trailers full of construction material. A truck gives you the freedom to go camping with all your gear. And, yes, a truck is an extension of one's manliness. They are big, strong, and tough. We drink too much beer, they drink too much gasoline. Men are not pretty, and neither are pickups (if yours is pretty, shame on you).
 
I'll do my best to move on. I'll try not to mourn the loss of my love for too long. I know that the new owner will probably take good care of her. I know that we may both be better off with the change. For a while, I may catch a glimpse of what I think is my truck here or there, and wonder. Farewell my truck. I will always cherish the years we have had together. Have a good life.
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