I’ve been driving my old Chevy truck since 1994. The odometer reads a quarter

million miles or more.

I hate to see my truck grow old, but nothing’s meant to last. A quarter million

ain’t so bad if you say it extra fast.

The time had come for me to buy another Chevy truck. But should I stick with

Chevy. I can’t say I’ve had bad luck.

So I drove down to the car lot, spied an F150 Ford. The F150’s beauty soon

bedazzled me aboard.

The new Ford truck claimed OnStar and the internet to boot. I wondered, should I

drive back home and change into my suit?

I’d never had frivolities. Especially in a truck. Would I constantly be worrying of

tracking too much muck?

I drove it down a gravel road and hardly felt a bump. The leather seats were

Charmin soft. They cushioned my old rump.

The seats adjusted to my back, and like a pillow for my head. The back seat laid

down nicely just like sleeping in a bed.

The new Ford F150 puts my wife’s car plumb to shame. I’m thinking that my Mrs.

will want the truck for hers to claim.

Do I show her who the boss is, maybe have a little chat? Would her knuckle

dragging brother turn my life to gravel splat?

The salesman said, “You’ll like this truck and won’t regret one bit.” He didn’t give a

hoot my bank account would take a hit.

I must be sentimental ‘cuz I’m missing my old truck. Or is it merely thinking every month, 600 bucks?

My truck brags air conditioning at two and forty-five. Two windows rolled

completely down and speed of 45.

When I pop the hood on my old truck I understand what’s there. But when I raise

this brand new hood, you’ll get my blankest stare.

I never worried much when my old truck would get a scratch. Just as long as it

received and didn’t cause another’s crash.

It didn’t take much mulling in my mind to come around. I climbed back in my

Chevy truck. Revved it up, now homeward bound.

My truck has no frivolities like my F150 friend. So I guess I’ll keep on driving it

until its very end.