We have just a little farm – and along with that has come a variety of “accessories” needed to help maintain the farm – a small John Deere tractor, a chain saw, a chipper/shredder, a snow blower – the normal, everyday variety of “guy toys” that require gas and someone strong enough to yank the cord to get things going. Power tools. I get it.
But now we’ve moved into a new realm. A pick-up truck — a big 4-door, silver, Silverado, with a back seat. The truck is nearly as big as the farm itself and just barely squeaks into the garage. Apparently this became a necessity to haul hay for the two horses that reside in our pasture. Mind you, our hay provider is barely five miles away and is more than happy to deliver a truck load for barely more than $19. It takes a LOT of $19.00 hay deliveries to equate to the price of a new pick-up truck. In fact, I think it would be about 2,315 hay delivery charges!
So, now we have a farm truck. To me, a farm truck should look beat up and muddy. It’s a badge of honor; it shows how hard the truck has worked. This truck looks like it just stepped out of the beauty salon – everything is picture perfect, not a blemish, not a scratch. I can only imagine how long that will last, and how upset Chris will be with the first ding, the first scratch in the bed liner or a spill in the extended cab.
But it fits right in – there is ABSOLUTELY No Rhyme or Reason for this truck – other than it’s a guy thing. So why not, it’s No Rhyme or Reason Farm.