Earlier this week I lost a really good, and reliable friend. This is selfish for me to say, but I was not ready to let go. Unfortunately it's time was coming, and I knew it.
That friend was my Toyota Tacoma pick up truck. It was my first car which my dad bought and surprised me with. It was used, small, and I had to learn how to drive stick, but it was awesome.
It travelled from Jersey to Mass., the Carolinas, DC, Virginia, NYC, Long Island, Philly, and parts unknown. Thru all types of rain and snow, which wasn't easy, cause it was a 2wheel drive(rear), 4cylinders, and no weight in the back, which meant I was fish tailin like a motherfucker, and icy hills were a challenge... It never failed me.
Now... 10 years and 193,000 miles later... it's heart gave out on my way to work monday. The engine began to sputter, then overheat. I managed to let it cool and drive it to my uncle's auto garage. A piston head in the engine blew out. Bottom line, I could pay $3000 to re-build the engine, or buy a new car. I was gonna pay, and the new engine would have 0 miles, but the rest of the truck would still be almost 200,000miles, and only a matter of time before something else went.
I know this may sound silly, or a typical "guy thing", but the truck did mean alot, and since my father passed away a few years ago, it meant more. I just didn't realize it till now. I'm not shedding tears, but i am sad to see it go, but it couldn't last forever.
So now... I say goodbye, and Thank You... for everything!