This is what pickup trucks are for
And it isn't looking "tough" or "cool"
Yesterday I put about a hundred miles on the old green truck. We're expanding a garden in the front of our house, with a few added touches just for me (more on that later). We made two trips to the big-box home improvement store, one to the nursery, and one to the rock-and-gravel shop, all to procure bits and pieces to make a raised planting bed for some ornamental trees.
This was bare ground twelve hours earlier.
It's tough, back-breaking work, but the results have been beautiful. By the time we're done, we will have transformed about 2000 square feet of dying grass and dandelions into a beautiful ornamental garden. I'm proud of what we've done, and I'm excited to see it all finished.
But that's not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about trucks.
On my way home from the final trip of the day, picking up just a couple more bags of mulch to finish off one area, I ended up in traffic in front of another truck. Behind me was a black GMC, done up in the style collquially known as a "bro-dozer," driven by a younger man. It was lifted several inches, had wide low-profile knobby tires on very expensive-looking black wheels, deeply tinted windows, and terrible music booming out of the stereo. It looked, as they all do, ridiculous. But that's not what bothered me. What bothered me was that it was gleamingly, spotlessly, off-to-the-car-show clean.
Kinda like this, only more of everything. (image from old Opposite Lock)
Pickup trucks should not be clean. They should be dent-free only once in their lives, when they are new. They should have scratches in the bed and scuffs on the interior door panels and one bumper or the other (or both) should be slightly crooked. And this should happen naturally, over a lifetime of use.
Forgot to fold in the mirror when I was parked on the left side of a one-way. Semi truck clipped the mirror. It's held together with clear packing tape. I'll replace it one day. Maybe.
I could imagine the day that his truck had had compared to mine: driving too fast on the freeway, getting jammed into a too-small parking spot at the mall, idling in line at some fast-food joint. And getting washed and waxed, from the look of it.
Guy at the gravel yard put these in the bed with bucket loader. From about three feet up.
By contrast, mine had had rocks dumped into it, bags of soil and mulch tossed in, hauled those loads up our incredibly steep (30% grade) driveway, been swept out, and done it all over again. There's a special name we use for days like this: we call it Saturday.
That's just about at the weight limit: 1300 lbs. Someitmes I do wish I had a heavier-duty truck.
You can buy a truck and never use it to haul anything. That's your choice. It's a free country. You can polish it with a baby diaper and park it way out at the end of the parking lot so it doesn't get a ding in the door. But I don't think that trucks are happy doing that. I think they're happier when they're dirty, a little bit beat-up, putting some weight on those springs and giving that engine torque something to do.
Thanks for reading. I gotta go. We're not done with the garden, and I need to go get more gravel...