396108 miles.
28293 gallons of gas.
400 quarts of oil.
80 oil filters.
19 tune ups.
7 sets of tires.
10 clutches.
2 transmissions.
21 years.
Whew.
I never thought I’d do it, nor did Miss Carol nor did most of my friends and family, but I did.
I sold Big Black.
And as goofy as it sounds it hurt like losing shit close to you always does.
I don’t know what I was hoping. Maybe that I’d just keep him around? That I could always look out the window and see my old rusting truck sitting and waiting?
Don’t know.
But he’s gone and there’s a hole in my heart.
Fuck.
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