Wander
Expedition Leader
I took the old girl on a road trip saturday-and she made it! As I was being passed by traffic and noticing the many looks of curiosity and those of wonderment from young kids I realized something.
When I was that young kid in the back seat of my parents boring sedan the sight of something unique did wonders to pass the time. Those memories are still with me and now I am the guy in the old truck.
You would think that as I am slowing the progress of this hurry up world along the highway I would receive rude gestures and angry looks of the passers by-but I notice smiles and "what is that" looks from the other motorist-I also get many thumbs up.
Who would think an old truck would brighten someone elses day? I'll have to remember these things when she's not running well or I can't quite figure out why "X" is happening.
When I was that young kid in the back seat of my parents boring sedan the sight of something unique did wonders to pass the time. Those memories are still with me and now I am the guy in the old truck.
You would think that as I am slowing the progress of this hurry up world along the highway I would receive rude gestures and angry looks of the passers by-but I notice smiles and "what is that" looks from the other motorist-I also get many thumbs up.
Who would think an old truck would brighten someone elses day? I'll have to remember these things when she's not running well or I can't quite figure out why "X" is happening.