The machine of a dream, such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps all gleam
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
With my hand on your grease gun
Mmm, it's like a disease, son
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile...
If I can keep my truck running as long as I'm still running, they can bury me in it.
It was dad's for 14 years and mine for the last 6. He, my brother and I landscaped in it for years, road tripped to Texas in it.
I slept in it outside the hospital a few nights when he was dying.
In the winter it's full of ice fishing gear and bird decoys, summer it's full of fishing gear.
Had a few issues, but it's always waited until we got home before it quit. Love my Chevy pickup.