I love my truck probably the most out of all the vehicles I've owned in my life which have been a total of about three. Maybe it is not much to say but I feel like I have a special bond with my truck which became immediate on the start.
When my cavalier crumpled into what looks like a crushed up can that your drunk friend hands you after smashing it on his forehead at a party, I don't think I really realized what I was getting myself into when I would soon be searching for a new car. Parting from the smoke to stumble to the curb I look over to a man that told me "You should be grateful to be alive, not everybody survives that." With a few scratches while holding my broken finger I remember thinking to myself that he was right. I should be grateful to be alive. This thought lasted for a total of maybe two days until I finally figured that I had only a couple of thousand dollars to buy a new reliable vehicle and I would never see my beloved cavalier again.
Searching for a nice used car is a nightmare. I would spend hours on different websites until my eyes crossed. Looking at cars from websites was almost equal to horrible, considering a crack in the windshield would obviously not be shown or explained in what lacked of a detail description. I really wished for my dad to be around because I knew that if he were here, he would have fixed everything within a day tops. That's just the kind of person he was when you needed him....a miracle man. Even though he has been gone for many years at times I still talk to him. I know this sounds crazy, but it's the only other comforting thing and so at that time I asked him to just lead me in the right direction and to help me out in any way he can.
The day I set out to see my truck was a crisp fall day to which I drove an hour to see it. I would spend hours looking at it when I wasn't bored via the website pictures as though it were a celebrity crush. I knew it had to be the right one because it just felt right. Turning the key to drive it around I knew that it had to be mine but I still was a little weary. It was the first time I've ever made a serious purchase. When I went to sign the title over it was then that I noticed the previous owners middle name. Albert the exact match as my dad. I thought it must be some sort of a sign, weird as it may sound. Ever since that day and every day since I grow more and more found of it because it has managed to take me everywhere that I have selfishly wanted to go.
The only grip that I've ever had about my truck is the cup holders. The real problem lies in the fact that they are absolutely too big to fit any normal size drinking containers that one gets at fast food joints or gas stations. It's actually frustrating when you turn the corner to spill soda or my personal favorite scolding hot coffee all over your pant leg. I've had my truck for almost a year now and it's never made sense why the individual that made my cup holders made them the way they are. For the most part I just considered whoever insane and would fix it by taking out the entire inner console when I had the free time and money.
This morning was different. As I was rushing to get out the door this morning I didn't have any travel container for my coffee. I just decided to fuck it and if needed I would hold it in between my legs as I drove to work. It was then I realized that my coffee cup fit perfectly and the deep grooves in the side were made for that exact reason. Suddenly what made no sense was perfect sense. I know this is such a small thing, but for the whole day I was absolutely amazed. Not only had it made me see things in a completely different light but it's a very small and important lesson. There is always a reason for everything.
I'm a huge fan of Billie Holiday. Tonight was a perfect night to float around in her voice for a bit. I think it's something everyone should try at least once on crisp cool spring nights like tonight. Crack the windows, let all of the surrounding sounds of people talking, cars rolling by, maybe the snips of the scissors of your room mate cutting her hair in the bathroom mix in with the low sounds of her voice. As I was sewing I continued to think of what it would be like to just lay and absorb it all more, maybe roll your feet around on a hard surface taking in the city air. Being in that moment is positively marvelous an experience that no matter who you are your certain to enjoy.
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