The Ugliest Truck
Casey is a diesel mechanic. I don't know if I have ever shared that before. He loves to know how things work and has always had a dream of putting a diesel engine in a Toyota pickup for the longest time. When he was in college, he saw a TV show called Top Gear: Killing a Toyota. They tried everything to destroy this truck, including chaining or anchoring it to the English Channel and putting it on top of a building, demolishing that building, and were still able to drive the darn thing. That was when his dream of having a diesel Toyota pickup was born. It took him years and years to find an engine to put in a Toyota pickup, but last Winter, he finally found one. He paid over a thousand dollars for the thing. When he hauled it into the driveway (couldn't drive it) I thought to myself: You mean you actually paid money for this??? I would have paid money to get rid of the thing! As ugly as it was/is, I am still happy he is able to pursue his dream because he has been dreaming about it for so long...and it will actually look pretty cool when he's finished with it.
This Toyota he hauled into our driveway is poop brown, with holes in the floor, and you can't even shut the door by swinging it closed because you have to lift the entire door to keep it on the hinges. But the engine still works. It is by far the ugliest truck I have ever seen. Ever. Period. With that being said, he took the engine out of it and I immediately asked him when it could make its way to the scrap yard. Apparently he has a few other things to pull off of it, so it sits, hiding inconspicuously behind a bunch of bushes.
Our new house has a garage where he will easily be able to finish this project over the Winter, however, the other night he was on Craigslist (I should block that site I think), looking at diesel trucks and he found one. In Idaho. He asked me to look at it and I said, "Wow...it's...it's..."
"I know, right?" he exclaimed, "It's awesome!"
"...Awesomely ugly!" I responded when I could finally form a coherent sentence again.
"What?! No! It's awesome! You just don't have any taste!"
"You already have one of those...or almost one of those..." I said.
"Yeah, but look at it! They don't make 'em like that anymore!"
"I can see why..." I said as I noticed the yellow racing stripe across the brown and rusted body, along with
the sky blue door, "Does it even run? It's all the way in Idaho...how are you going to drive it back through the mountains in the snow?"
"Easy!" he said all to confidently, "I'll put chains on the tires."
"That's comforting," I said as I looked at the add it read: Good old pickup that gets good mileage 20+ mpg not a lot of power but that's not what it was made for.
"Not a lot of power but that's not what it was made for??? So it's ugly and probably can't drive up a mountain to boot!" I teased.
"I would love to have a little diesel truck..." he said, dreamily.
"Well you're building one right now, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, but...I just feel like the small diesel truck is an endangered species and it is up to me to save them all..."
Who said men couldn't be dramatic...
This Toyota he hauled into our driveway is poop brown, with holes in the floor, and you can't even shut the door by swinging it closed because you have to lift the entire door to keep it on the hinges. But the engine still works. It is by far the ugliest truck I have ever seen. Ever. Period. With that being said, he took the engine out of it and I immediately asked him when it could make its way to the scrap yard. Apparently he has a few other things to pull off of it, so it sits, hiding inconspicuously behind a bunch of bushes.
Our new house has a garage where he will easily be able to finish this project over the Winter, however, the other night he was on Craigslist (I should block that site I think), looking at diesel trucks and he found one. In Idaho. He asked me to look at it and I said, "Wow...it's...it's..."
"I know, right?" he exclaimed, "It's awesome!"
"...Awesomely ugly!" I responded when I could finally form a coherent sentence again.
"What?! No! It's awesome! You just don't have any taste!"
"You already have one of those...or almost one of those..." I said.
"Yeah, but look at it! They don't make 'em like that anymore!"
"I can see why..." I said as I noticed the yellow racing stripe across the brown and rusted body, along with
the sky blue door, "Does it even run? It's all the way in Idaho...how are you going to drive it back through the mountains in the snow?"
"Easy!" he said all to confidently, "I'll put chains on the tires."
"That's comforting," I said as I looked at the add it read: Good old pickup that gets good mileage 20+ mpg not a lot of power but that's not what it was made for.
"Not a lot of power but that's not what it was made for??? So it's ugly and probably can't drive up a mountain to boot!" I teased.
"I would love to have a little diesel truck..." he said, dreamily.
"Well you're building one right now, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, but...I just feel like the small diesel truck is an endangered species and it is up to me to save them all..."
Who said men couldn't be dramatic...
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