Two weekends ago I hopped in my truck to goto lunch. Halfway up the street the clutch went flat. I drove back home. The frame bolt on the clutch bar came loose. I wrestled, and cussed it off... that's when I found out it was loose not broken. I cursed it, cleaned it up and greased up. I cinched the bolt down. Got back in and drove to lunch with my wife.... and a busted knuckle and some grease under my nails.... life is good!
My wife and me, we've done OK. I can afford to drive whatever I want... I bought this old heap! It reminds me of me!
I am usually most critical of those I don't like anyway! Do as you please, you can't win... There will always be someone ready to shoot you down!
Now, let's talk about those short beds.... that's another good topic!
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