Farewell to a Good Friend

Some things are harder to part with than others. Monday we parted with a "thing" that had become a friend. Ever since our van went to the graveyard, after serving us faithfully for many years, we have had a hard time keeping vehicles. I cant even count how many we have been through- T.C. (Texas Chili) that was smashed while sitting in Arby's parking lot, Mindy's "robin blue" whatever that was extremely crashed up, the cute green ford escort that died after a 6 day dash to Illinois during record heat, the hyundai that we sold to April and was hit on 17th, my dear Intrigue that Becca did a number on at Fred Meyer, Dave's enduring little red ford ranger that was left smashed against a cliff on the Ashton hill, and my birthday present Impala that we just swapped with Becca's Saturn in August. That's just the ones I remember most. So in February Dave broke down and bought a nice truck. I only got to ride in it once or twice before I went to Albuquerque and when I got home it was probably July before I even drove it. But I fell in love with it. I should know by now that you never fall in love with inanimate objects. In an effort to reduce our debt and the fact that we needed to replace Becca's Saturn (it isn't doing well) Dave put it up for sell. He knew that trucks of that size are not selling well, but guess what? He got a call on it within a day or two of advertising it on the INL trading post. The people loved it, it was just what they were looking for and they showed up Saturday with a cashiers check to buy it. Dave talked them into waiting till Monday and we met the lady at the bank and turned it over to her. They are a nice young family and I hope they enjoy it and take good care of it.
So here is my goodbye to my good friend "the truck"...thanks for safely taking Dave to Albuquerque to bring Ellie and I to Utah for my dad's funeral, thanks for getting us to California and back to help Becca move, and thanks for the countless trips to Utah, and not enough trips to Island Park. Becca and Millie loved driving "the truck", that is why it was so long before I drove it. Millie had it at school for a couple of weeks and it was a great guy magnet. I felt safe in "the truck" and even felt like I could drive at night because I was high enough to be above the glare of most other headlights.
You served us well, "truck" and we will miss you!