My New Old Truck

I’ve been on the hunt for an old truck.

It’s on my list.


#6 says “Drive a restored classic pick-up.

I had an idea for something like this.

Or even this:

But instead, I got this:

when my husband came in the other day and said, “Hey babe, I got good news for you.”

Of course my interest was piqued right then and there.

“My buddy, Ol’ Earl is going to give you a pick-up.” 

Give is the operative word here.  At this point, I should have come to my vehicular senses and realized that a truck that is going to be given away probably didn’t win first prize at the Car Show last weekend. 

J-Dub says it’s nice, as he draw the word out for emphasis.  There isn’t a tear in the seat, it’s clean.  It’s niiiiiiiiiiiice.

We go to pick it up.  Rather, we attempt to pick it up.  J-Dub grabs a can of starter fluid ’cause Ol’ Earl says it’s a cold natured bleepity bleep.

I crawl behind the wheel.

The problem with these old trucks and me is even with the seat pushed all the way forward, I can barely get the clutch all the way to the floorboard.  I’m going to have to put a pillow behind my back or something.

J-Dub gives it a squirt of starter fluid.  I pump the gas and turn the crank. 

It rr-rrrr-rrr-r–rrrrr-r-r–rrrrrr-‘s for a while. 

But nothing.

So J-Dub gives it some more squirts.  I pump the foot feed some more and crank it over.


But nothing.

So J-Dub gives it some more squirts.  I pump the gas and  turn the key, and pump the gas some more.

And then we catch it on fire.

I mean literally.

Not that it fired up, but now I think I know how that term originated, but it caught on fire. 

We (I mean Jason) put out the fire with a couple bleepity bleeps as I rushed for my camera.

We don’t give up easy however.  A measly old fire isn’t going to deter the two of us.  We tried some more, with no success, and then gave up.

Within the next few days, Ol’ Earl changed the fuel filter.  He’s niiiiiiiiiice.  So tonight we went out for Picking up the Truck:  Take Two.

It had been sitting on a battery charger, so my hopes were high.

After hunting for the key for a good 10 minutes, and a few more bleepity bleeps out of Jason, a few more pumps on the gas, a few more turns of the key, a few more rrrrrrr—r-rrrrrrr–r-r-rrrrrrrrrrr–r-rrrrrrrrrr’s and it fired right up.

Then died.

Then a few more pumps of the foot feed, a few more turns of the key, a few more rrrrr-r-rrrr-r-r-r-rrr-r-r–r’s and it fired up again.

And died.

Third time is always the charm.

So now I’ve got a truck.

It’s not restored.

It’s not classic.

Heck, it’s not even legal.

But check out the stereo system in this thing.

Now that’s what I’m talking about.

Published by Angel

I’m Angel, a.k.a. Rocket Surgeon, and these are my chronicles. I love writing and I believe our stories should be shared, so here you’ll find anecdotes of my life, loves, worries, fears, joys, and experiences. I blog about my mishaps and adventures as a wife, mommy, auntie, wanna-be writer, teacher, Texan, country/city/mountain girl, cereal killer and Jesus-freak. A few things you might discover about me: •Jesus is my everything; without Him I am nothing, but with him I can do all things •My family makes this world a better place for me to live in •I adore chickens, the live ones, although the cooked ones aren’t too bad either •I have 2 dogs: Grace and Ozzie. And one cat: Rocky Muffin •My dream job would be to raise chickens and write best sellers Thanks for stopping by. Kick off your shoes and stay awhile. I know your time is valuable and I honor you for spending a few moments here with me. I hope you find something to brighten your day, lighten your load, make you chuckle and remind you of the good in the world. “When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will." Pollyanna I’m always eager to meet new online friends, so leave a comment and introduce yourself.

7 thoughts on “My New Old Truck

  1. Haha!!!! This is hilarious! I love the push button stereo. At least it was free. My hubby would take anything right now since his truck was stolen.


  2. Reminds me of the old chevy I drove in high school for awhile, remember having to stick a pencil or pen in the choke to get it started on those cold nights?


    1. It is an indication of high school extracurricular activities, that I barely remember that truck. I remember your old car, it was like a LTD or something, two-tone blue. Pictures pinned to the roof and curb tag.


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