This is an ode to my husbands truck. It's a black 2002 Chevy Avalanche.
The truck (as it's called) used to be a shiny black, city truck. Real dirt had never been in the bed. The once pretty boy toy is now a working farm truck. Once I got it so muddy, the repairman had to wash the undercarriage just to work on it. Then they had to wash their garage.
Two years ago my husband missed an evil "S" turn on a country road and hit a utility pole. He didn't walked away without a scratch but the front end of the Avalanche was wrecked. He had to pull part of the bumper off just to get it to the body shop.
Last winter one of our girls got a Ford F150 stuck in the snow in our lane. My husband hooked a logging chain up between the two trucks and we dragged the Ford out of the snow.
This winter, everyone is snowed in again. Our daughter called because their power went out. My husband just drove twenty miles south to bring them to the farm.
Our Avalanche has been true to the old Chevy truck commercial where Bog Seger sang "Like a Rock".
I love our truck.
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