to the Beast
I finally got my truck back. For those that don't know, it had been in the shop since Christmas, and I have been driving my mom's car for the past month. Mom's car is neat, and it has more space than the truck, but oh how I missed the Beast.
As I set out on my drive back to Denton, with good music and my beloved red truck, I felt very good about everything. I finally understand those what country music singers talk about. It doesn't matter if my woman leaves me, so long as I have my pickup truck.
A fun thing to do at a busy stoplight:
Honk your horn for no reason at all. When the people in neighboring vehicles look your way, swing your arms wildly, like you're trying to kill a bee.
As I set out on my drive back to Denton, with good music and my beloved red truck, I felt very good about everything. I finally understand those what country music singers talk about. It doesn't matter if my woman leaves me, so long as I have my pickup truck.
A fun thing to do at a busy stoplight:
Honk your horn for no reason at all. When the people in neighboring vehicles look your way, swing your arms wildly, like you're trying to kill a bee.