Want

I can’t concentrate today. The struggle between want and contentment is consuming my thoughts. For the last two days, all I can think about is getting a new truck. It happens from time to time. I’ll be driving through town and some flashy new model will catch my eye and I can’t help dreaming of it. I know in my mind that it’s not the time–but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my truck. It has always fit me like a glove. It feels good to get in it and drive. For the most part, I can’t see myself driving anything else. The only reason I think about getting something else is the age and condition of the Sport Trac. She’s getting old and the issues are piling up. For the most part, the problems are just minor annoyances. When it’s below 50 degrees outside, the driver’s side rear window won’t roll down. I haven’t been able to get the rear cabin window down for years. The check engine light is on (oxygen sensor). The transmission misses or hesitates between 2nd and 3rd gear. And, the interior is showing its age–with a hole in the driver’s seat and duct tape on the center console.

While it does have it’s problems, I can’t see myself driving anything else right now. New trucks cost so much. New trucks also don’t know me or my driving patterns. (Yes, our cars do learn us. How many times have you arrived somewhere and not remembered the trip? That’s because your car drove for you!) The Sport Trac has never left me stranded. On more than one occassion, it has also saved us from another breakdown.

People laugh at that silly looking yellow truck of mine. Where’s the bed? What can you haul in it? Why is it yellow? Found on Road Dead! No matter, it’s mine and paid for. 14 years and 205,000 miles and she’s still puttering along–guess I’ll keep ‘er for awhile longer.

 

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