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Post by Struth on Feb 26, 2024 4:14:19 GMT 8
Good Moaning.
My old mate, who I have had many an adventure with, who never let me down in floods and kept me from being consumed by bushfires, .....who worked hard for more hours each day than we would both admit to, has parted from me. My last bond with my transport business broken. The one right up the front of the convoy with me.
My old T600 Kenworth.
He goes to a better home.
An enthusiast in town who is going to make it into something even more special.
I will today, drive it for the last time over to his business, park it up and hand over the keys.
I feel like a traitor.
But it had to be. I'm getting older and this country is a shit hole to drive trucks in. The buyer's young truck mad son will end up driving it one day although he is only twelve now. When he saw the hand shake on the deal he was as ecstatic as any young boy who just got a Motorbike. Poor deluded young fella. He couldn't believe it and so, .....even realities of life never told to the young excluded, .....it made me feel good. His dad took it for a test drive and told me he'd been waiting for ten years for me to sell it. He drove the old girl well. It was built in 1988 and has done millions of kilometres and is still going strong. I'm fairly confident me old mate will outlive me, and look better in old age as well. Bugger me, I'm more emotional than I thought I'd be....sniff........ But I was a small operator and those are the enemy of Australian governments. So I am happy to see the end of it. Back to driving another truck for somebody much better off than I , without any of the stress.
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Post by NFA on Feb 26, 2024 12:05:20 GMT 8
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