When I take that truck to town to gas up I am in my absolute glory.
Is it wrong that I enjoy this so much? The droning hum-rumble of the exhaust as she idles at the fuel pump... Caked snow & ice weighs her down heavy, all 4 rims packed tight with ice & snow. And some guy that seems as happy as can be at the wheel...
My wife hates my old trucks....they drive here nuts. Even before we were married she hated them.
I had an 73 F150...black cab, blaze orange box all rusted out. Noisy 33" bfg'a straight pipes, 390, loud, stinky, powerful, 8mpg....that thing was awesome.
She hated it even worse when I showed up in to pick her up for a road trip to Wausau from Duluth..4 hours. It was nasty cold out, snowing, generally crappy conditions. That truck was dead reliable though and I knew she was worthy of the trip.
That dang truck was the laughing stock of the WI Deer Camp in 1996...until it -25* and it was the only one that started, and jumped everyone else that laughed at it.
