The aging process had caught up with it. It was spending too much time and too much money in the shop.
Tuesday afternoon I needed to run some errands at lunch. I drove home. I grabbed a few items. I drove about two blocks away from the house, then KUH-CHUNK. I could not shift from one gear to another. I turned off the ignition and the stick shift moved. I turned the ignition on again and the stick shift would not move. I turned the ignition off again, placed the stick into first gear, started the engine and pulled alongside the curb.
I walked home, called a towing service, called my mechanic, and then returned to work. I feared the repair costs would exceed the value of the pickup. I was right. The truck will be towed from the mechanic’s lot tomorrow and will be crushed with a car crusher.
Meanwhile, I have been riding my bicycle to work.
The pickup transported picnic tables and benches and a rototiller to Beaverton with a driver who drove with appendicitis (May 2006).
The bed of the pickup provided a play area and . . .
. . . a dance floor for three energetic boys (October 2006).
The pickup transported an antique rocking chair during an annual Pumpkin Patch visit (October 2007).
The pickup’s final trip to Beaverton provided a rototilled garden and a bicycle ride for a grandfather and his two Beaverton grandsons (May 2008).
GMC SONOMA PICKUP
1991-2008
1 comment:
All three boys look so young in that "dancing in the truck" pic!!
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