May 22, 2009 13:15
I'm breaking the rules of my office and posting on LJ for 2 reasons: firstly, it concerns a number of you, and secondly, the useless waste of oxygen that is my housemate got our cable/internet shut off and can't afford to get it turned back on.
And now, to our lead story...
After 13 years of faithful service to the LaRue family, and nearly a decade of that exclusively for me, my little red S-10 is going the way of the buffalo.
It's still running, and doing fine, but my dad has offered to sell me his (much newer, bigger, and nicer) truck for a really, really good price. I have decided to take him up on it.
This decision (and the subsequent cleaning out of the truck's entire contents) has caused me to reflect on the 8+ years that I've spent in its sweaty polyester seats. Most of you have ridden in that truck, some of you more than others. It's had some good times (Mop Skwad for life!) and some less-than-good times (driving Melissa around) and some shit times (pretty much every time it broke).
So join me, my friends, in raising a glass to the last eight years, and to the Stalwart Ska Rocket. Truly, we never knew ye.