Last winter I wrote a story about the day I did chores for daughter #3 and had issues with her truck. Well, today The Truck and I had another adventure. Daughter #3 got a job and is currently working five 12 hour shifts a week. The feed she ordered for her goats and calves wasn’t going to be ready until after she had to be at work. So she asks me if I could go pick it up. Ordinarily I wouldn’t mind, but since it is almost 1000# of feed, the only vehicle I can use is The Truck. In case you never read my other adventure, The Truck has been lifted, making about 8 feet off the ground. Ok, I exaggerate…but I have asked for a small ladder so I can get into the thing, which I have not received yet. But since it is Friday and if I don’t pick it up the animals will have nothing to eat all weekend and none of us wants to deal with a cranky goat or calf, I agree to pick it up. Now, since the winter adventure, The Truck has developed more door issues. You have to lift this and push that just right to get the driver’s door to shut. I do not possess the proper technique, so dd #3′s solution is to leave the window rolled down on the passenger side door because you cannot open it from the outside. I reach in, open the door from the inside, haul my butt up into The Truck and have to slide across the full sized bench seat to get behind the wheel, which involves dodging the empty pop bottles on the seat and getting my legs over the 4 wheel drive shifter. So I get behind the wheel and drive off. I am not one who likes to draw attention to myself, so imagine my joy at having to drive to the feed mill, which is in the middle of town, in a jacked up pick up with a VERY loud muffler. There is just no way to sneak in there and get out again with no one noticing. I do get there, slide over to the passenger door, drop four feet to the ground, have the very nice man load the half ton of feed into the back and try to graciously haul my butt back into the passenger side and slide back over behind the wheel. I’m sure I amused the guys at the feed mill and gave them something to talk about over beers tonight. Then I fire up The Truck and pull out onto Main St., where two teenage boys give me a very strange look as this grandma goes roaring down the road in the jacked up truck. I can hardly wait to see what further adventures The Truck and I have.
Further Adventures with “The Truck”
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