Four doors, 4 wheel drive, 8 foot deck ( that was the hardest to find) and no stupid computer mod cons. My crew calls it The Boat.
Shiny too. There was a lot of driving, the journey to the city, finding the truck, bringing it back home to be inspected then after the evening milking driving it all the way back to the dealers to sign all the papers and then driving it home.
And when I got home at 8.30 pm, there was my dinner waiting for me. Everyone was already in bed. But there was my dinner with my name on it and a smiley face, sitting alone on the bench in the clean and darkened kitchen with a napkin and a fork next to it and I was very touched at this little kindness.
I went out and locked up the chickens, shut the piglets doors (these nights are getting quite chilly) tucked Sheila in, then poured myself an apple cider and sat down to have with my solitary dinner.
I am now a co- owner, with The Matriarch, of a big shiny second hand truck (actually fourth hand) that is so big I need a running board to clamber up into it and none of the men at the dealers quite believed that I was the farmer and it was to be my truck until they saw that there was no man in attendance when we returned to buy it. So I ate my dinner and drank my cider and then my legs told me they were very tired and I went to bed.
I did not take Camera House truck shopping. But it was not a photographic journey.
I hope you have a good day
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
40 responses to “A Big Shiny Truck”
The Boat brings back fond memories. Of course, most cars fit that description when I was growing up. A niece got my dad’s yellow(!) car, and her friend’s dubbed it the Banana Boat.