$%*! Happens (again)
Irony is an odd thing. Just one day ago, I was practically giddy as I wrote about my truck. Having met all my expectations, it has performed flawlessly over the course of its initial 10,000 miles, doing anything I have asked. Not once has the truck complained, whined, or otherwise bemoaned that which I have requested of it.
I love that truck.
And so, in what can only be considered cruel irony, this morning I failed to uphold my end of this truck/owner bond. My behavior today, akin to an amateur, leading to an accident of sorts – I backed into a parking beam as I arrived to work this morning.
I have disrespected my truck.
I’ve seen teenage girls drive better. I am so ashamed, so disappointed in myself.
Fortunately, the damage looks worse than it actually is; a good thing because Friday night we hit the road once again with Airstream in tow. Sadly though, during this trip my truck will not look quite as proud as it deserves. It will not prance as it should.
I have only myself to blame.
Upon return, I promise to make repairs and restore glory as it should be – as the phoenix rises from the ashes, so too shall my black beauty once again claim its proper status as being badass.
I know, dramatic…
Well, at least it wasn’t a basketball hoop! Its “prancing” days are just a few weeks away.
Finally, I am certain that YOUR TRUCK FORGIVES YOU.
Sad face for truck. And you.
That last comment was from Anno.
At least is wasn’t the airstream you backed into a pole (we’ve been there)!