That Garage Probably Has Twenty Dump Runs in It

Me and the Farm Manager were weighing the pros and cons of getting a new (or at least newer) vehicle. For the moment the old Subaru is starting up every day and getting us where we need to go, but it’s at that stage of its life where it’s probably not wise to pour a whole lot of fresh cash into it.

We just has a $1,600 brake job, and the brakes are still spongy.

The power steering is iffy.

The clutch is dodgy.

It’s a 2003 or thereabout.

The fact that it’s our daily driver tells you something about the state of the rest of the fleet.

The Escape was something I only bought because I got a deal on it. It served well as a wood gathering vehicle between the house and the woodlot for a couple of years, but it’s overdue for car heaven. I was gonna have the guy come and pick it up for scrap last summer, when I realized there were wasp nests in various rusty body panels. Buddy would have got stung to death trying to cinch that to the deck of his truck.

The Pontiac Torment has various issues, and it too has come to the point when you can’t justify the next repair. So too the F-150.

So we were kinda debating around the issue of should we get a truck or is a SUV ok, when the FM says, ” we really need a truck because that garage probably has twenty dump runs in it.”

Whoa!

What’s in the garage?

A near-mint Mustang 5.0 covered in birdshit.

A Kawi Ninja 500 also covered in birdshit.

A beauty oak table top put together for me by Rodney at McGregor’s Fine Furniture twenty years ago, which I never got around to building a base for because we have way too many tables already.

An old drum kit, a couple of snowblowers that could readily be rendered operable again… sorry, I’d be hard pressed to come up with ONE dump run, never-mind twenty.

So maybe a truck isn’t a good idea…