Sad is all I can say about the little 88 Ford Ranger. It was like a family member. For me it was like a close friend. It took me to places I had always wanted to see. It moved me around through many states. It was old and beatup...you would be too if you had survived 2 teenage drivers plus a traveler...and was 22 years old.
Born in January of 1988, the truck came into my possession with 34 wonderful miles. I fell in love with it and made every payment for 5 years. It was a trooper. The things that truck and I shared is amazing. Now, after 22 years, it decided to lay down and throw a fit, or a rod as the mechanic said. Now it becomes a donation to Kidney Kars, a local organization that helps kidney patients, and is a tax deduction for me.
I do get to keep the license plate (Utah CM8819). That has significance because I had a baby, got divorced, and bought my truck, - talk about stressful! But 1988 was a good year and it was the beginning of a great adventure. A 22 year adventure.
But like all things temporal, the truck had to stop running sometime. It went far beyond it's life expectancy and it was a 'good old truck'. Thankfully when it died (on the Interstate no less), no one was hurt..It just kinda gave out its last breath.
So, now we have to look for something to fill the gap...maybe...because for sure it can't be replaced. I just hope that I can find the title!!!
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