It's a sad day here in Corkyville. I just sent my 1983 Chevy s-10 to meet it's maker. Mine was a red stick shift, and had a phat custom made ladder rack. The tow truck driver who came to pick it up was eye balling the truck pretty hard. I think he might take if for himself. He probably thought I was a complete schmuck for getting rid of it. But who really cares what he thinks. Fuck him.
That Chevy s-1o got me through a really tough financial and emotional period in my life. I bought it about 6 months after I got divorced from my first wife for about 1000 bucks. Yuppies go to therapy after they get divorced. Barnswallows buy trucks, chew tobacco, and drink beer. The engine was held together with lots of duck tape, but I never really had too many problems with it until the end. I only put about 250 bucks in to it (excluding gas), and very rarely got the oil changed. Maybe twice in 4 years. A fact I'm very proud of!
I used the truck to haul ladders from paint job to paint job. My paint company was pretty successful. I only advertised about three times a year and got most of my business from Republicans. Democrats in Kentucky paint their own houses. I did pretty good but I was working 18 + hours a day with painting and my other job. I had to make a decision for the sake of my sanity, and decided to only paint for friends and really good customers.
Anyway, I haven't driven the truck since the beginning of Summer, and I was hoping to just let it disintegrate in the parking lot where I live, but Larry (The pain in ass super) told me that I was not allowed to have three vehicles, and has been annoying me to get rid of it for months. I finally did today. That truck will be missed.
