The final weeks of Big Red 🛻

I keep telling myself I plan to retire Big Red at the end of the winter. It is time, the heater core leaks coolant, the suspension creaks and grones and offers little comfort riding the rough roads. There are no guarantees in life, and certainly not of a breakdown at this point. But it will hopefully get through the new few months and adventures as it fades off into the sunlight, to the dealer trade in, maybe some kid wanting a cheap ride and ultimately t hejunk yard, the auto shredder, the dump and scrap metal forge.

It’s been a good 14 years. Actually at this point, more then 14 years, which seems to have to gone by so quickly. It’s been a good ride, mostly trouble free except in my own troubled and torchured mind. And time marches on, maybe much too quickly. But there will never be another Big red, regardless of what my next rig is.

From a practical perspective, I highly doubt my next rig with be a full-sized truck. True, I did look carefully at that big red F250 4×4 regular cab truck I saw at the Colonie Planning Board the other week, but I really don’t need a truck that large and part of the reason I want to get a compact truck is it will be much easier to take down small mountain trails, easier to park, get into campsites. I care more about fuel economy both as I want to drive out west – Northern Michigan and maybe Wisconsin next year – and because at some point I know I’m going to have to buy a house or atl east start commuting to work, which has gotten dramatically more difficult with the express bus being eliminated, working in that suburban location, and noting it won;’t be long before the bike trail is covered with snow and ice. I don’ t want to trash my bike wheel again this year riding so hard on the frozen snow and ice.

So yeah, a little Toyota Tacoma most likely. Seems like such a step down there. Those trucks are so tiny, but good on gas, easy to drive, and enough room to camp on the back if I get another cap – which I will do. So much better on the trail. A big lifted truck might make it over big rocks but only if the trail is wide enough, which usually is the bigger issue of the two. Most likely I’ll get a trailer hitch – in case I ever decide to get a trailer when some day I own land and need to haul shit but for now to get a mountain bike rack and haul Blackie like I should and not just heaped over my cloak of camping crap. Still, those little compact trucks are so dang tired.

I’ve loved red, it’s been many nights together in the wilderness. But all things must end, it’s a fact I can see on so many levels as yet another piece of sheet metal crinkles off as a pile of rust. Detroit’s dreams are so temporary, like any piece of machinery, so quickly it goes from being shiny and new to landfill garbage. Just a heap of brokenness, smashed up and buried with a million other pieces of junk.