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My Dad thought that Larry might find this little video useful:

If you’re wondering why my Dad would think Larry might need that kind of info, I will be happy to tell you. Larry is a redneck. Everyone knows this and Larry himself does not deny it. He is not obnoxious about it – doesn’t chew tobacco, or spit, didn’t try to keep me barefoot and pregnant [much] and he doesn’t keep a pen full of hunting dogs or anything like that. There is one redneck tendancy that he does exhibit and that is his love for pick up trucks. Not just any trucks though. Old trucks. Old rusty trucks. Old rusty Chevy/GMC trucks in particular.

He buys them after any other person would be taking them to the junk yard, gets them running and keeps them running until there is nothing left. I am talking actual, physical parts of the truck are falling off before he gives up on it. A friend at work once said to him, “One of these days, when you get out of that thing, you’re going to get arrested for walking away from the scene of an wreck.”

Keeping old trucks running requires a steady supply of parts, and these parts must come from other old trucks. I bless the people in local government around here who decided to pass an ordinance that allows only two unlicensed vehicles per residence at any one time. Usually I am not that thrilled with the ordinances they come up with, but I am fond of this one which helps hold down the population of “extra” trucks we have around the place.

Here’s one:

I actually kind of like this truck and was sorry when it quit running. It is crammed full of stuff like old snow fence and tarps and spiders and who knows what all. Taking this picture is about as close to it as I will get, mostly because of the spider-potential. A high spider-potential will keep me away from nearly anything. This truck does not in any way figure into my life. It is down behind the chicken coop and other assorted things that are in Larry’s domain, and I don’t ever see it unless I am walking the dog down by the creek or fetching a bag of mulch or something.

This truck however, is another story.

This truck is much better than it’s outward appearance would suggest. It needs a bit of body work, but Larry built it pretty much from the ground up and it has a really big, fast, wonderful engine in it and some kinda great transmission yadda yadda yadda. He’s been working on it for years but never quite gets it to the point that he can drive it. None of that bothers me and I certainly have enough money-sucking obsessions that I can’t complain if he has a few of his own. So why is this particular vehicle the bane of my existence?

Well, let’s take a look from a little further away:

I’ve arranged these photos by season, so that you can get a better idea of what a year in my world looks like. The hummingbirds and leaves and flowers and corn and snow all come and go, but the truck NEVER goes. It sits there, in the middle of every picture I take. I shoot around it and I crop around it and sometimes I even clone it out completely, but it is still there. And this is because I am married to a redneck. Who I love. Which is why we are still married and he is still alive. But as the internet is my witness – I swear, come spring, that truck is moving to someplace where I don’t have to look at it anymore!

And I will let you know if he finds a cordless electric mixer for it.