This old truck has been on the Ranch for as long as I can remember. It moves from place to place, a little more orange paint showing under the green from year to year. And I wonder. What's its story? I like to imagine that it has had numerous adventures bumping over dusty roads in some far-off place, carrying a truckload of weary road workers maybe, or being drafted and painted army green.
The windshield wipers, almost invisible among the icicles, are manual. From inside you wipe them back and forth, back and forth. I'd hate to get stuck in a rain or snowstorm...
Whatever the story, this old truck, just like "Lazarus" the old tractor, will always surface somewhere in my memories of the Ranch. The rust and the peeling paint add such character to the old thing. I almost expect it to smile with buck teeth and say, "Hey, I'm Mater. You know, like Tow Mater?"
1 comment:
I love it! Great pictures and I have the same thoughts as you only I could never put it into words like you. I hope that truck never gets moved off the Ranch.
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