The truck has not been doing so well, so I decided to send it to summer camp. I promised that it would not have to take another big trip—no more New York, no more Missouri—if it would just make it back to Block Island. With a ton of gravel. Literally.
Meanwhile, my horoscope said that I was coming to the end of a relationship and beginning another. CBA claimed that this was because I was planning to rent Another truck for the summer. How pathetic is it to have your vehicle as your significant other?
But the truck did make it, fishtailing for an hour and a half, onto the ferry and into the driveway, where my sidekick Lee helped me offload the gravel into the ruts.
We're gonna keep on truckin'.
5 comments:
Heave ho ya ho! Looks like your still truckin for sho!
You will still have the old worn out truck. It is not the end at all. The new one would just be the second wife if even that. Probably better to call the new one a 2 month fling with no strings attached.
I wonder if you could marry the truck.
The ceremony could be viewed as performance art.
Christo could drape one or both of you.
Spogga could lead the band. Come on, we need another big party at CCS. It's been a while.
But, in spite of what the Religious Right might say, I'm not sure the truck would say yes.
Did you ask it?
I'm thinking of marrying all three of my cars. But I have to finalize my divorce and become a mormon first.
What about just replacing the engine?
and the transmission and oh yeah everything else that ahs just about had it which would be everything but the driver...
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