Truck
For a Buck
From
the album Geometry
True
story. I bought a truck for a dollar. No
really. Big ol’ truck from Jim Harriger
up at Victory Mission on Commercial Street.
Big black Dodge. 72. Strong looking beast
with good tires and a V8 at some garage you’ve
never seen up on the north and west sides
of town, I think on Atlantic Street. Rusted
out and dirty as could be, but when you need
wheels, you don’t care. Yeah, I bought
a truck for a dollar.
Oh,
I bought a truck for a dollar. It stalled
about fifteen times in the four-mile drive
as I stopped traffic at 5 o’clock rush
hour. True story. My buddy was following
pretending he didn’t know me as I pulled
into Casey’s for a break. Catch my
breath, get a Pepsi. I got it the last quarter
mile with only three more stalls and admired
it in my drive. Yeah – I bought a truck
for a dollar.
I
bought a truck for a dollar and my neighbor
Gary who’s an ace mechanic said he’d
have a look in trade for an old dead mower.
Gary likes engines and rebuilds old cars
and he’d know what to do. He had the
hood off as he crawled up inside with his
big ol’ country self, gapping points
and cleaning stuff. Found a sticking float
and some bad freeze plugs and a tranny about
to go. I bought a truck for a dollar.
While
Gary tinkered and did his best the better
part of a day I cleaned out the bed, full
of mulch from years ago. It was an old farm
truck from Ohio and the bed was rusted through.
I cleaned out the cab and found pencils and
pens and pennies and nickels and a treasure
in the glovebox. True story. Three 8-track
tapes from long ago. Willie Nelson, Elvis,
and Olivia Newton John. I bought a truck
for a dollar.
It
was no good going, Gary announced, as he
apologized and packed up his tools and hauled
off the mower for trade. Like my cat with
a squirrel he sat under a tree and had that
thing going by sunset. He gave me the names
of some salvage yard buddies who might give
eighty bucks. An old V8, decent tires and
a windshield still intact. I bought a truck
for a dollar.
The
salvage yard guy came out the next morning
about 7 in a huge flatbed. Had his daughter
in the cab, on their way to school. “You
mean all you have is that letter from Victory
Mission saying you can have this truck? No
title? Well, that’s only worth twenty
bucks to me.” “But I put a battery
in it for twenty four bucks!” I protested
and he said “Battery goes with it.”
So,
I bought a truck for a dollar, and after
I sold it, I lost money on the deal. True
story. He hauled it away on his big flatbed
as I stood in my mulch covered drive. My
one dollar wheels, too good to be true. I
guess I’m not a very good businessman.
But what the salvage yard man didn’t
know was I got one up on him. The 8 tracks
tapes stayed with me. Willie, Elvis, and
Olivia. Who wins now? Ha hah! I bought a
truck for a dollar.
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