Guess what I have?
From last Sunday on, I have a truck! It is officially mine (sssshhh! Don’t tell the DMV). It may seem like nothing special to you, but to me, it’s everything. It’s my baby! You might have a girlfriend or a spouse, but I’ve got a truck!
After waiting almost a year, I’ve got it! It sat in a friend’s field for seven years. When we (me and my dad) got it last Sunday, we rented a car trailer (thank God for U-Haul) and drove up to our friend’s house. After five minutes of trying to back the trailer into the field (who knew it was so hard), we finally decided to turn the 800 or so pound trailer around 180 degrees. Even with five people pushing and pulling, it took half an hour. Then, my dad had to hitch the trailer back up to the truck. After that, it was pretty easy to move my 1982 Chevy S10 onto the trailer. (Don’t you love the sound of the word ‘my’?) With three people pushing, a come-along pulling, and somebody steering and using the brake pedal, it was pretty easy to move.
But, due to a yellow-jacket nest near the truck, my dad and I can’t start working on the truck until all those nasty insects are in another world. Then, you can look forward to regular updates on the truck. Now I’ll stop blabbing and show you some pictures of my truck.
She’s my baby, and I love her!
With a 180 horsepower, 4.3 liter V6, one can imagine that she’s a rocket hauler! VROOM!