Our prize possession is an ancient Ford F-250 with an extended bed that dumps. Zee's family uses it to take care of a few pre-schools that they own and they let us borrow the truck when we have jobs lined up. We dubbed it The Crap Truck after the first time I drove it and I saw my life flash before my eyes. The truck's axis is so far off alignment that the steering wheel needs to be held at practically 90 degrees for it to drive straight and the rearview mirror is completely useless. Coming back from one of our first jobs it started pouring rain. That was when we found out that the passenger side window doesn't roll up and the windshield wipers don't work. The truck certainly isn't built for luxury.
We went a week or so driving around in my family's little Toyota Tacoma. The Tacoma is a baby compared to the Crap Truck. Having a truck that size opened up a lot of opportunities for us. We were able to pick up and deliver pallets of sod and mulch. It also allowed us to haul away debris to the dump. At the helm of the Crap Truck, we were new people.

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