On Monday, Dec. 17, I called the junk yard to pick up my '96 F150 pick up, it was a sad day, 253,000 miles of dependable service and I would have gotten that many more had it not be for the garbage they spray on the road during the winter.
My sons chipped together and got me the truck as a Christmas gift December of 2000, so it's pretty sentimental.
Plus I feel like I'm betraying an old friend that's been by my side and never left me down in the dozen years we've been together. More reliable than some friends!
I still say it's a conspiracy!
The state is purposely putting that junk on the roads knowing full well it will destroy our vehicles. They were lasting too long!
I've since purchased another F-150 from a short live businessman whose name I won't mention. The up side is I can come and go and I'm not as conspicuous as I was in my old chariot.
On Tuesday, Dec. 18, at 10 a.m., the truck just pulled out of my driveway with my old friend in tow. As I watched it go down the street a tear came to my eye and I wiped it away with the check I was given for the truck.
East Mauch Chunk
A Native Chunker