It was a sad day when we had to say goodbye to the truck (at least for two of us- Jacque has a heart of stone). This good ol' buddy got us everywhere we needed to be since 2003. Sure, it wasn't fancy, there was never any power steering, for a whole year a door chime would randomly start sounding at freeway speeds, and yes I had to scrape the inside and the outside of the windows all winter long... but this truck had character. And it was a part of the family- well almost (selling family members is kind of illegal, so we had to disown it before we could get rid of it).
It will always be remembered- for the good times and the bad. Like when Jacque tried to borrow it when we were dating and she didn't know how to take the parking brake off so she blocked an entire city street (she was sideways across all the lanes) until she figured it out. Or when we would make midnight trips from Provo to San Diego and not be able to see out the windshield because of all the semi-trucks kicking up dirt and we had no windshield wiper fluid (the reservoir has a hole in it). Or the many curbs Jacque took her no power steering frustrations out on. Or sliding through an icy intersection nearly sideways because the light turned red too darn fast ( I hate it when that happens!). Yes, we have many fond memories of the truck... but alas that is all there is now. Memories.
Little Man was disappointed that he was losing his biggest Matchbox toy so we decided to take him somewhere to cheer him up a little bit.
Nothing like some good ol' John Deere tractors to boost his spirits.
Connor got straight to work inspecting even the finest of details. Experiences like this don't happen everyday (unless you live here of course).
By the end Little Man was back to himself once again. Truck.... what truck???
It will always be remembered- for the good times and the bad. Like when Jacque tried to borrow it when we were dating and she didn't know how to take the parking brake off so she blocked an entire city street (she was sideways across all the lanes) until she figured it out. Or when we would make midnight trips from Provo to San Diego and not be able to see out the windshield because of all the semi-trucks kicking up dirt and we had no windshield wiper fluid (the reservoir has a hole in it). Or the many curbs Jacque took her no power steering frustrations out on. Or sliding through an icy intersection nearly sideways because the light turned red too darn fast ( I hate it when that happens!). Yes, we have many fond memories of the truck... but alas that is all there is now. Memories.
Little Man was disappointed that he was losing his biggest Matchbox toy so we decided to take him somewhere to cheer him up a little bit.
Nothing like some good ol' John Deere tractors to boost his spirits.
Connor got straight to work inspecting even the finest of details. Experiences like this don't happen everyday (unless you live here of course).
By the end Little Man was back to himself once again. Truck.... what truck???
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