I’ve heard it said most people can maintain only about five close friendships. I suspect an individual’s capacity to maintain a certain number of friendships is unique to the person. I keep my friendships to myself however there is one which is obvious as neither one of us is seen without the other; it is the friendship with my truck.
A few weeks ago, I spoke of my love for country music. This week I plan to wax romantic on my truck. I guess I am a country boy; my neck is red and so is my blood.
Here’s the thing-I don’t have a lot of hobbies. All the typical male hobbies have been a loss on me. I always felt a little guilty that I drove my thirsty, old truck instead of an economical car. Then I realized that the one constant hobby which I have always enjoyed was driving my truck. There’s so much room inside a truck and you sit up nice and high. I enjoy both of these sensations. We don’t spend money on trips, we don’t have a lake home or boat so if I want to enjoy a pick-up truck ride then that should be okay. I see other men who enjoy a motorcycle ride or cruise in their vintage car so this is just my equivalent. Plus my truck rides typically include a trip to town and a cup of Pennington Main coffee- another of my close friends.
I was never brand-loyal until I looked at my own personal history and found a string of General Motors trucks. I like Chevy trucks. I loved my 1989 2500 so much that after I traded it off, I bought it back. Actually, I purchased it once from a place in Bismarck, North Dakota and once from my brother, Darrel. I had traded the truck off at a place in Grand Forks and Darrel saw it and purchased it. He kept it for a few years then was ready to trade. I needed a truck so the ’89 became mine again. It was my first nice truck when I purchased it in 1997 and my third plow truck when I purchased it again in 2006. We were star-struck, I guess.
I currently own a 1994 Chevrolet true ¾ ton truck. I purchased it two years ago with only 77,000 miles on the odometer. It was in very nice shape although came from an area that used a crazy amount of salt on winter roads. We ended up changing out brake lines and a few undercarriage item just because of rust and age. I have faithfully maintained the body although I recently found a rust hole in the cab corner. I will fix that hole and the other holes that have not yet found sunlight. Before the purchase, my salesman ran the vehicle identification number and sent me a copy. I wanted a limited-slip rear differential, a transfer case guard and the 4l-80 transmission. The print-out showed a check mark for all of my needs. That’s the cool thing about most ¾ ton trucks, not only can you carry more but many of the major components, such as transmission and brakes, are heavier.
The air carries heavy with possibility when I ride high in my truck. I chase the brutal winters with my truck and plow, I chase the sweet air of spring with my windows open and I hide behind my truck’s air conditioning during the summer. I know you should only give your love to people and the few friends you can maintain. In my case, I don’t care. I love my truck. Now let’s wrap this whole thing up with Joe Diffie’s Pick-up Man