My dad has driven the same Chevy pickup for over 20 years now. He bought it used, and he hasn't babied it. The paint is peeling, the bed is dented, and the passenger door doesn't usually close on the first try. It is so long that I used to think I was bad at driving trucks, but it's actually only his. But it has stuck with him through two accidents, hauled me and my car home twice, and even hauled that hunk of scrap iron that almost squashed my brother. It keeps breaking down, and my dad keeps fixing it. It's on its third engine now and no end in sight.
That's not repetition, that's EMPHASIS.
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My dad has driven the same Chevy pickup for over 20 years now. He bought it used, and he hasn't babied it. The paint is peeling, the bed is dented, and the passenger door doesn't usually close on the first try. It is so long that I used to think I was bad at driving trucks, but it's actually only his. But it has stuck with him through two accidents, hauled me and my car home twice, and even hauled that hunk of scrap iron that almost squashed my brother. It keeps breaking down, and my dad keeps fixing it. It's on its third engine now and no end in sight.
Go figure, man.
If you can find it online, watch an old Charles Bronson movie, “Mr. Majestyk.”
That movie was made using an unmodified Ford pickup.
No “truck” built today would take that. Modern pickups are all SUVs with a short bed.
Surreal moments, like you died in one parallel universe but pop into another unscathed.
I think in a way that’s right.
Reality… well written piece.
I read that van experience of yours a while back. Frightful, but hilarious.
As I said. Sometimes I repeat myself