bonner1040
Nick from Ohio
truck bed liner that shat
About washing trucks, I've always washed mine on Sundays. I like to start the work week looking clean and sharp rolling through town. I've never been able to afford new stuff, but have always been proud and diligent about keeping my stuff painted and well kept. Anyways, Sundays are wash day. So last week I get my trusty bucket with no handle and a cracked side, and my faithful scrubby sponge that has these little dreadlocks on it. Well I dunk it into the bucket of suds and start scrubbing the SUV. It feels strange. I stop. Rinse the sponge off and have a closer look. Its full of sand. The kids decided it would make a good toy in their sandbox one day during the previous week.
I breathed fire, venom, and discontent all over them like a mad man. That pissed me off deep down to the core. It was WARM in the house that night. The heat was radiating off of me for hours.
I live on a dirt road (that's DIRT, not gravel, as the dirt is more prevalent!), so I've never been a stickler for washing mine. I drive slow after a rain to keep the mud slinging down, but a coat of dust in inevitable. What gets under my hide is people leaning on my truck, and it doesn't even look new. I don't lean on other's vehicles, and don't appreciate them leaning on mine. The dust easily scratches the paint, and besides, what's the point? If the truck weren't there, what would they lean on? I'll squat, sit on the ground or whatever.
About washing trucks, I've always washed mine on Sundays. I like to start the work week looking clean and sharp rolling through town. I've never been able to afford new stuff, but have always been proud and diligent about keeping my stuff painted and well kept. Anyways, Sundays are wash day. So last week I get my trusty bucket with no handle and a cracked side, and my faithful scrubby sponge that has these little dreadlocks on it. Well I dunk it into the bucket of suds and start scrubbing the SUV. It feels strange. I stop. Rinse the sponge off and have a closer look. Its full of sand. The kids decided it would make a good toy in their sandbox one day during the previous week.
I breathed fire, venom, and discontent all over them like a mad man. That pissed me off deep down to the core. It was WARM in the house that night. The heat was radiating off of me for hours.