I love my truck.

I dropped off my truck at our diesel mechanic.

We first discovered Manny when my daughter’s truck was mine.

Her truck is a 1990 Ford F250 F-Series diesel 7.3L International engine (eight generation).

And yes, we know, it’s one of “those great old trucks”.

And no————-it’s not for sale.

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But back to my baby………..

She’s a 2002 Ford F350 Super Duty Dually 6.0L Power Stroke V8 Crew-Cab.

She needs work……………………

I filled a notebook paper page with things that needed to be fixed/checked/or lubed…

Brakes………………that’s a biggie……………..they are squooshy.

Belts………….they are squealing…………………..really annoying and probably important.

Oil change………………………I’ve been driving A LOT…………………….and Manny (our mechanic/and that’s not his real name either) can change it cheaper than I can(?)……..go figure……..the perks of buying diesel engine oil in fifty gallon drums.

 

(Have I mentioned the oil-change where I dropped the oil-pan bolt on my forehead and dirty, diesel engine oil glopped in my mouth, and I was throwing up all afternoon?)

 

(There may have been mediocre bourbon involved prior to that oil-change-experience.)

…………………….upon reflection………………….maybe it’s a good thing that Manny has taken over my truck’s oil change responsibilities………………….that way, it’s a win-win situation.

And let’s not forget, there’s a concerning roaring-sound that occurs up there somewhere in the engine when the RPM’s get above 2000……………..(?)…………….hmmmmmmmmm…………….that can’t be good…

I miss my truck already……………….a lot…….

My truck is my mobile tack room…..my spontaneous/multi-species/ad-hoc-medical clinic…..changing-room & wardrobe…..plus, my multi-functional snack & beverage pantry.

 

 

 

I miss my claret-colored behemoth.

 

 

 

She probably has a Jurassic-sized, carbon footprint.

She can’t pass by a gas station, like I can’t pass by mediocre bourbon.

We’re a match made in heaven.

…………and, I’ve asked Manny to mount a 12,000 lbs. winch to her front grill/chassis.

Doesn’t everybody need a six ton winch?

 

I know I do.

 

 

Besides, I have irresponsible friends……………….and I have irresponsible tendencies, myself…………………and I would expect that a big-mama of a winch like that would come in much handier than a pair of Prada open-toed slides…

Pascal and Patrice agree with me…………………it’s unanimous.

(AND the winch comes with an automatic load-holding break-system.)-(Wow-wee—–the pluses just keep adding up!)

 

I can’t wait until she’s fixed…………..I told her to look at it like a day at the spa……………diesel style…

 

I need a replacement light on one of her hips (she’s got bigger hips than I do).

My older daughter whacked that one off when she was learning how to drive a few years back.

She reversed right through a semi-small sapling which got in the way……………

As I remember it, Optimus Prime was a baby buckling (who we had just picked up) and he was bouncing around in the truck’s cab……………………..he might have been a distraction for my daughter’s nubile driving-skills……

I’m also getting an estimate on upholstery repair………………..just an estimate.

I’ll save that expense for later…

Maybe the trashed upholstery is directly related to my poor choice in passengers over the years………………..like bouncing baby buck goats(?)

Oh, and lastly, I need a new steering wheel cover………………….I’d like imitation-ostrich-textured leather……………………………….

Discerning taste……………………………picky details.

I know what I like in truck accoutrements.

Besides, I’d fall off a pair of Prada heels anyway…