Requiem for The Truck

 Alas! The truck runneth no more! This IS a sad state of affairs as not only do we really rely on the truck for transportation and hay pick-ups and carrying artwork but he was a good friend. I really like driving the truck- a very physical experience and entirely different from driving the car!- but he was utterly reliable. Last winter when it was sub-zero and the car refused to start, the truck turned right over and delivered us to the train station so that I could get to NYC and be a famous artist. And you have to agree that despite a few rusty panels, he was good looking. I seriously thought the truck would outlive the car, as Bob drives infrequently. It has less mileage than the Honda!

Also, finding a suitable replacement has proven tough. All the Ford F150's being made now are: extended cab, short bed, four wheel drive, automatics... and plug ugly to boot! (Well, I guess we could ignore the ugly part: they seem to make trucks now with this weird snouty look.) Bob and I both like the above classic sort of square front.

So we keep looking. Here's a rear shot of the nice long bed:

I've been stressed out over the truck ordeal. It was one of those unexpected  blows that the universe delivers just when you think things are going well. And it takes time and coordination and money to get all the stars aligned to find a replacement. I'm going to go light a few sage-infused truck shaped candles and hope that the gods of the automotive under world smile upon our house.