post fest!

So since it's been so long since I've had a blog, I'm going crazy with the posts today.

I love my truck because it hasn't gotten me killed even with my crazy driving at times. So I've decided to write it a letter.

To My Truck,

We've had good times together. I drove you to prom. We went to college together. We even did donuts in the snow on the old baseball field. The times we've had together have been filled with joy, laughter, anger, tears, sadness, and just about any other emotion to be had. You were my first vehicle, and for that you will always have a special place on my key chain. But with all things, change is inevitable.

You're starting to grow old and you just don't drive like you used to. You make funny noises when turning, and you pull to the left randomly while driving. Your power steering whines like it's going to die at various times and it won't stop whining even if the wheels are not turned. Your shifter comes off when I change gears, and your clutch is just about worn. You even smell like must now since I left your back window open during the rain. My senses and my heart is sorry for making you smell so bad. But all this means that every day, I think about moving on. I need to get something new.

In 2001, your 20mpg was great because gas was only $1.20/gallon, but now that it's pushing $4, it's getting harder and harder to ignore how much you guzzle. And I know it's not your fault. That's just how you were made. Rusty tail pipes and all. I hope you can understand that it's not you, it's me. I don't deserve you anymore, it was a good run, but I think it would be better for us both if I moved on.

Yours Forever,