There's actually quite a little "sub plot" developing here. I'll try and be brief:
When Laura's dad passed away back in August he left two vehicles to the family: An AWD Astro Van and a little red pickup truck - one that I had owned originally and he bought from me. The fam asked me back in August if I wanted it and I had said "no" because I didn't need it. Now that my vehicle situation has changed I am going to fly out and retrieve it and it is going to be my daily driver while we decide what we are going to do.
I ordered that truck, a 1987 Silverado, when I was working at the Truck Assembly Plant in Flint. In fact, I followed it down the line while it was being built; I drove it from the plant to the shipping building myself. I left the plant at 1 am and by 5 pm it was sitting in the parking lot at Graff's Chevrolet in Davison.
I even had to pull some strings to get it built because (a) I added a/c to it after the fact and (b) the specific transmission type was on stop order...
It was a sweet little truck. It's a V6, manual (w overdrive) and I had lowered it and kept it nice. The bad news is Laura's Dad beat it all to heck. I don't know if he was hauling boulders or what but it's years in Arizona/Montana have not been kind. My son has suggested we might "rat rod" it and I am seriously giving that some consideration.
Anyway, I was thinking about all this last night and it occured to me: The REASON I ordered this truck back in 1987 was because I was a 7th level engineer and, at that time, we drove company vehicles. The policy changed and VIOLA I was without wheels. I ordered this truck so that I would have something to drive.
Now - fast forward 22 years later and here I am again with no wheels, and going to fetch the "little red truck".
This little truck has bailed me out
twice when my generous employer has said "Ok, you can have a company vehicle - wait...maybe not". I suppose I owe it something for that....
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