Yesterday as I was getting an out of province safety done on my truck I was wondering what I should write about today. Then my mind wandered and I started thinking about how long I’ve had my ol’ pickup truck and where I’ve gone with it. Bingo! That’s what want to talk about.
It’s funny how we get attached to our vehicles. They become part of lives so much that we’d be lost without one. They become like our family. I bought my Chevy Colorado truck in 2009, brand new, in Manitoba. It was an exciting day because not only was it my first major purchase in my life, but it was a new vehicle, not used!
Over the years it has carted me around everywhere. It has heard my laugh, complain, yell, and cheer. Its heard every radio station on the prairies, I think. It was the truck that took me to happy events like all my friends weddings and to sad occasions like my grandmother’s funeral and, most recently, to my aunt’s funeral. It was the vehicle that hauled me from Manitoba to Alberta, loaded with my life’s possessions (which weren’t many), to start a new life in Wildrose country.
My truck saw me at my best and at my worst. Its incapable of judgement and all it did was drive. Sometimes that is all you need; a little back road therapy as singer Adam Gregory says. My truck made sure I got to and from the majestic Rocky Mountains safely, it took me to Edmonton and to northern BC to see family. But most importantly it got me to where I wanted to be most. Saskatchewan. In fact, I was in my truck when I received the phone call from 620 CKRM telling me I got this job. You guessed it, it hauled me to Regina in 2017.
My truck is looking a little weathered now and the safety tells me she needs a little work, but I don’t mind fixing her up. She has never given up on me and I won’t give up on her. I look forward to the new adventures me and my 09 Chevy Colorado get up to next! I think now is a good time to cue “Pickup Truck” by Shane Yellowbird.