I don’t know about the rest of you, but I tend to get emotionally attached to things. Yes, I love my horses and my dogs and my chickens, and of course Zach, but in this case, I’m taking about my truck. My truck, better known as The Beast to those close to me, hit a milestone today. Yes, miles. I know, I’m so funny!
It rolled over 250,000 miles.
I’m so proud of it. I mean, there wasn’t any doubt in my mind that it would get there; it’s been my friend, for 10 years. We have been to New Mexico, Colorado, and of course through all the states between Texas and South Dakota; including Iowa, and Missouri.
We’ve had lots of good times. We’ve vacationed in Colorado, and rodeoed in New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas and South Dakota.
We’ve encountered snow in various states too.
And, we have had our share of hiccups. There was this one summer that it left me dead in the water until it got a new injector pump as well as lift pump (for those of you not car savvy, that means, the pump that sucks fuel out of the tank, into the engine so it will run), and the time the freeze plug fell out. Our last little hiccup came when we sorta killed Bambi’s mama on a trip back to South Dakota.
I had just gotten in to Nebraska; it was about 7:30pm in November and there were deer everywhere, as is per usual. This one herd of about five, I saw ahead of me, slowed down and they all but one turned away from me. She managed to get caught in my dually fender and of course I was pulling a loaded horse trailer too. Needless to say I was very shaken up. And I felt bad.
We’ve had some good times and some bad times. And I realize, Dear Beast, that you are rarely clean, other than your oil and your fuel filter. But I love you despite how I treat your paint. It’s just that I live on a gravel road. And there isn’t any point in washing you when we go up and down it to barrel races. I will wash you one day, and you’ll be dirty the next. But your outer beauty isn’t what counts. It’s what’s on the inside that I love- though don’t get me wrong- I heart your leather seats. So, I’m going to raise my glass to you, Dear Beast, that we’ll share another 250,000 miles of good times together!