Nate took me to look at a truck at a local scrap yard yesterday. He had already talked to the owner and it was said that he could do an even swap if he liked. You can take one look at the Cheyenne and see it is a real mess, but I told Nate that I’d rather not have it condemned. We went to the junk yard, and as we dumped our load, workers drove the two-tone Ford and an old van to the edge of the mangled heap of fridges and crushed down machines. “What are you guys going to do with that truck?” Nate yelled over the noise. “She’s going in!” They had parked the truck face out to give it a last chance for a buyer before it joined the other unlucky machines, some that were barely marred. People cash in perfectly good vehicles out of desperation. Most are junk, but some are in better shape than some of the vehicles you see on the road. One I saw was a PT Cruiser, something you see on the road every day. Not a model you think you would see at a scrap yard (although I don’t like them, personally). Nate glanced at me, and I told him, that if I were a millionaire, I would rescue and fix up every old car and truck I saw abandoned, but that truck wasn’t worth the one we were in. And even if it was, still, having Blanche destroyed? In my head that would be wrong. I couldn’t sit with it, and I am not all that attached to that truck. I repainted the hood but that holds no weight with me. The body is too damaged for me to repair or afford to repair. The engine is strong but the bitch burns oil and has bad fumes, so even if you fixed the outside, you would still end up being nickeled and dimed on the rest. Technically I like the truck but I am realistic. It never should have been purchased (I was not present when it was bought). I hope to get rid of it soon but not to be destroyed. Maybe some kid will fix it up, it would be a good practice for a budding automotive enthusiast. It will probably end up being a farm truck to be run until it shits, but at least I won’t be the one doing it.