The Immaculate Truck.

Papa was given this IHC truck a while ago and he was, as ever, stoked about it. He told me all KINDS of details. Very few which I actually remember! One thing I do recall is that it was, in his words, IMMACULATE!! Now to me that word means similar to PERFECT. So here I was picturing this beautiful paint job and rust free body with working windows and doors. You know a nice looking extended cab truck..something you wouldn't mind seeing everyday. Well it turns out my idea of immaculate and his are TWO TOTALLY DIFFERENT THINGS!!! Here are some pictures of his new truck.. Papa got it towed to his place of work and is planning on putting some hours into it when he has some 'free' time. Ya RIGHT!! As you can see it's in pretty good shape..except the hood doesn't open or close, the passenger side door has a hole in it. The bed was VERY full of 'stuff' and there is rust on the bottom of several, if not all, the doors. Never mind the rust above the windshield and the 2 inches of dust inside. But I have to admit it looks a lot better in the pictures then in real life.. maybe because Papa insisted that it was immaculate and so my 1st look at it was rather jaded. I hopped out of the truck and burst out laughing... I teased Papa so badly about his so called 'immaculate' truck that he blushed!! LOL. Now that doesn't happen very often! Oh yeah and for ME an immaculate truck should run, you know START, idle, GO!! Drive!... umm  it has a ways go to before it lives up to Papa's dream for it.
Oh and Thanks to Giver a Yank Towing for saving me another long day dragging yet another truck out of the bush. I really truly appreciate not having to sit in that 2 inches of dust, leaning hard on a frozen steering wheel (which only have power steering when the truck is ACTUALLY RUNNING!!) wrenching my shoulder and back out of place so I don't hit a tree.. always waiting for that big nasty spider to fall down the back of my neck or that lonely mouse to scamper out from under the seat right when I'm concentrating on trying to get that one stuck tire (and there ALWAYS is one) to go the same direction as the rest of the truck. Oh the stories I could tell.... remind me sometime and maybe I'll tap a few out for you all out there but tonight I'm off to bed to snuggle with that IHC loving man who I love and who loves me. Oh the things we do for love :)