Stuff. We all have it, we all want it. Things, Possessions, Necessities, Toys, whatever it is, whatever we label it, its still stuff. The last few weeks we've been going through stuff, getting rid of stuff, buying stuff, packing stuff, all kinds of stuff. I'm starting to realize how much stuff gets in the way of what's really important. Stuff isn't bad, it isn't good, it can save you time, or it can drain your time. Stuff can make you happy, but it can make you lonely. And you can't take stuff with you when you die. Jesus had this to say about stuff: "Life does not consist in the abundance of things you own." He also said: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength, and love your neighbor as yourself." So there's something more to life- God and people.
I'm reminding myself of these things, because in just a few short weeks, I'll be selling my old truck. It's kind of funny how a person can get attached to a piece of metal, but when I think of how I held my wife's hand in the cab while we were dating, or how I'd taken it back out in the wilderness on some primitive forest road, or how I'd loaded all our possessions into the bed and driven across country (3x), or even how I've driven it to work everyday, I think I'll miss it a little bit. So here I thought I'd just give a little advice about it to the next owner:
Over the course of the last twelve years as I’ve driven my old truck, I’ve noticed it slowly developing a personality of its own. This occurrence is not unique to my old truck, as I’ve heard that other older vehicles have a tendency to start exhibiting various character traits as well. Although this phenomenon is often thought to be linked to age, it is possible for it to occur over various lengths of time.
A good example of how the old truck has taken on a personality can be found in who it lets drive it. If an inexperienced driver decides to run some errands, for instance, they will certainly be surprised when they attempt to pull out of the Coffee shop drive through, or when they try to reverse out of the Post office parking lot, or when they try to drive away from wherever they may be, only to find the truck unwilling to continue on to the next errand. The old truck has no problems with the more experienced driver, of course, who through his vast experience (being stuck at the Landfill, being stuck in the Post office parking lot) has learned how to smoothly coerce the old truck into starting. A friend once suggested to me that perhaps the old truck developed this quirk as a preventative measure against women drivers, but while I agree with this theory, I completely reject it in case my wife reads this.
While my truck may be old, it has several modern features comparable to those found in newer vehicles. Not the least of these is the cup holder, which can be pulled right out of the dash. It is also a great place to put your coffee. Directly underneath this apparatus is the climate control switch. This switch gives you the ability to adjust the temperature inside the cab. There are two options, high and off. When the high option is selected, hot air comes out of the vents at hurricane force. To further customize the environment inside the cab, you can utilize the manual window crank to lower the window to your liking. This technique serves dual purposes, as it allows you to further control the temperature inside the cab while simultaneously allowing fresh air to enter. Lowering the window is recommended at all times, in fact, due to the exhaust leak directly underneath the cab.
Yet another unique feature about the old truck is the left headlight. This headlight is strategically pointed up and just to the left of the road. This allows the driver to see any birds that may be flying by just off the highway. This headlight alignment also allows the driver to see the road when taking a sharp left hand turn while going uphill. While I’ve been told that there now is a way to fine tune headlights, I feel I should probably leave some quirks for the next owner…