My husband loves old trucks. In the twenty years we've been married, he's owned five of them--each one possessing a personality all its own. Loud rumbling engines, no air conditioning, and oftentimes no radio. There's a certain "cool factor" involved in riding in one of these old trucks, going fishing or just tooling down a country road with the windows rolled down. Our girls have enjoyed the pleasure of riding in them, even sitting behind the wheel as they learned how to drive. Take for instance, our 1975 International Harvester. Its driven through lots of snow . . .
accompanied us on many a hunting and fishing adventure . . .
and carried more than its share of heavy loads . . .
So, good-bye old friend--it's been a pleasure knowing you.
