I miss that truck...
All gearheads have one or two, they wish they had kept forever.
Put all the make power parts on it and the go anywhere parts on it I could find, including the TRD super charger and headers, and with all Amsoil fluids, constant detailing and excessive maintenance, I’m sure it would have lasted forever.
Sadly, that glorious machine was taken from me. At the light near the house.
“The light was green.” That’s what the witness told the cops. I was the first vehicle at the light. Was.
The woman in the other car saw a yellow light or a yellowish red light and went for it. Had it up to ramming speed when she hit me.
Poor truck was killed instantly. Me? I woke up some time later in a cold, bright room on a very cold steel table, wearing only my underwear and having no idea where I was or why I was as I was.
Not since those keggers back in high school have I woke up anywhere close to like that, but this time, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t explain any of it to myself. So, I asked for a blanket. What a strange day.
I let them keep me overnight. The world was very, very surreal for a long time after that one. I don’t recommend head trauma. Had some experience with it and I don’t want anymore, but the surreal world part was kinda cool while it lasted.