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I honestly believe that it is an illness sometimes - Sunday im out driving around on my own - just because - when down a country road real close to my place, i come across a bright white 1982 D150 reg cab long box with a for sale sign in the window. I screech to a stop and knock on the door - gentleman is a newly retired dodge mechanic looking to thin out the herd. Truck is solid but worn with a fresh 318 / 727 combo and we settle on $800 with a safety check. So my parents show up - well i need someone to drive my car home - when my Mom asks "what do you need another truck for?" I ponder this all the way home to my place where my mostly understanding girlfriend is waiting. I pull in the driveway and she is out side waiting and the fumes are rising, as i get out of the truck, Joe, her 15 soon to 16 year son walks outside to watch the slaughter and i get an idea. I walk right up to Joe - drop the key in his hand and tell him now he has something to drive on his birthday.
Now im sure i probably deserved the " What were you thinking ' speech that was about to be unloaded on me, but just maybe i was thinking about Joe. Im not sure it was the best idea i ever had but i had to bang on the window of the truck that night at 1130 to tell him to pack it in as he was still wiping 25 years of crud off the dash. And what could the girlfriend really say? Anyway i figured he deserved it for all the help he gives me and maybe i started him off on the right (Dodge) foot.
Now im sure i probably deserved the " What were you thinking ' speech that was about to be unloaded on me, but just maybe i was thinking about Joe. Im not sure it was the best idea i ever had but i had to bang on the window of the truck that night at 1130 to tell him to pack it in as he was still wiping 25 years of crud off the dash. And what could the girlfriend really say? Anyway i figured he deserved it for all the help he gives me and maybe i started him off on the right (Dodge) foot.
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