I’ve been driving this truck for 12 years. When I say that I’ve been driving this truck, what I mean is that it has been a second home. In this truck, I have slept, changed my clothes, and eaten thousands of hamburgers. This truck has taken me and my sound system to hundreds of gigs. I have so many memories of this truck. I went on vacations, camping trips, and family holidays in this truck. I laughed in this truck. I cried in this truck. I had so many spectacular conversations in this truck.
This truck let me down last week. The diagnosis is that it probably isn’t officially dead but it is not currently functional. I had to replace the old gal because I can’t afford to be without transportation. I am now one of those people who owns a non-functional vehicle for sentimental reasons. I have a broken-down truck parked outside my house because I can’t bear to part with it. Someday, when I have extra time to work on it and some spare cash, I will get it up and running. No really, it is not going to just rust in the yard. Eventually, it will be a classic.