Tis a somber night around the Leiboult household. Tonight, for the first time in almost 11 years, I no longer own a red 1997 Chevy S-10. Arriving as a major surprise for my 16th birthday, it's the only truck I have ever known. Much like a close friend, we've been through thick and thin together. A daily driver to the very end, it was a reliable and steady truck.
As I drove home from work for the final time today I couldn't help but think back on some of the wonderful memories I've had with this truck. Of the many stories I pondered, the ones which stuck out the most are the countless number of high school camping trips I took to Chadwick. For hours on end we would roam around the woods creating all sorts of mischief and memories. (Just doing what teenage boys do.) Yet for some reason, no matter how crazy we had been, no matter how many of us overly ego-conscious high school jocks were there, we almost always ended the night listening to the same two songs on the S-10 stereo... The Dance and The River by the one and only, Garth Brooks. I can vividly remember drifting to sleep as we lay on our sleeping bags in the wee hours of warm summer nights. And if we hadn't fallen asleep counting stars by the end of The River, an encore of The Thunder Rolls was always on tap.
It was a great truck for me. I owe a huge thank you to my parents for giving me the privilidge to own this truck. I'm a guy who doesn't get attached to much and rather easily buys and sells.
With that being said, I'm going to miss her.
M
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