Old Men and Old Trucks
There is a certain look and feeling that I’m enamored with. It’s the vision of an older man and his pickup truck. I’m not talking about the retiree that goes out and buys a new three-quarter-ton with all the crazy crap that pick-up trucks have these days. I’m talking about the guy in his late 60’s or early 70’s who wears a short tan ball cap and drives his old 1960s-1970s; garage kept pickup truck. These trucks are clean with no rust or bumper stickers. There is no tinted glass and no power breaks, windows or power anything. These trucks only seem to have only been used for trips to the hard ware store on sunny days.
I picture these old guys changing the oil every month regardless of miles driven. These were the trucks that only had to have points, plugs, rotor button, distributor cap and plug wires replaced and that was a tune-up. There were no sneaky little regulators buried under other components that one can’t find without a diagnostic computer. There were simple trucks that were made to last.
One could buy one of these trucks new from the show room floor for a price that is less than most John Deere riding mowers today. I wonder how one can justify buying a $35,000 truck in this economy. I wish GM and Ford could go back and build an inexpensive truck again. A truck that an every-day person could work on and drive. I don’t mind not having air conditioning. The compressor is shot in my present truck and I’m not going to fork out a thousand dollars to get it fixed. I want hand crank windows. I just spent close to $400 replacing my power window switches and one window motor.
As I get older I can see myself with an old truck. I’ve had a couple of them in the past, and though my present truck is more comfortable, it just doesn’t have that pick-up truck spirit. I have my tan baseball cap. Now I just need an old truck.