Many moons ago, a month before I turned 27, I bought my first brand new vehicle. It was a 1995 Chevy S-10, black, short-bed, regular cab. I fucking
loved that truck. It represented a new level of freedom for me. I no longer had to carry every tool I owned everywhere I went in fear of mechanical fuckery. I no longer had to carry a list of phone numbers of people I could call for help.
It had .2 miles on it when I test drove it, and I picked it up freshly detailed, and full of gas with 2.2 miles on it. The first sound I heard through the stereo (which was quickly replaced with 480 satan-inspired watts of 'Fuck yeah!') was 'Black Sunshine' by White Zombie, running up the on ramp WFO.
In 24 months I put 97,000 miles on that little truck.
Sadly, I traded Black Sunshine for a 32' bucket truck w/chip box and a chipper. The business I started w/that combo, I later sold to a much bigger company a town over. The money I socked away, and take little tiny nibbles of every now and then (but more and more frequently).
And I haven't worked for anyone since.
Thank you Little Black Truck!
