The End of an Era · 2 September 2023
I never thought I would do it, but I sold my truck. It is the end of the red Toyota pickup era.
I loved my truck. At least as much as you can love any inanimate object. It was the first vehicle that I bought for myself. I used it to go on my first date with my wife. It was my commuter for over twenty years. I never did teach my boys how to drive a stick shift in it, but it was a great truck.
Actually, it still is a great truck. It is just living in somebody else’s driveway now.
I was loathe to sell my truck, after all, it only had just over 250,000 miles on it. Barely broken in for a Toyota. It probably has that much more life left in it. Barely middle aged. But alas. It was time to go. Much better to have somebody else use it daily than for it to languish in the garage only to be used in the summer a couple times.
I was never going to get rid of my truck. Not only do I have a lot of great memories of driving in the truck, I have great memories of working on the truck too. Not that I had to do much. Just change the timing belt and oil pump, and replace the front rotors on the disk brakes. Which means taking apart and putting together the four-wheel drive hubs. But memories do not really fade away. At least not if you have pictures. And I have pictures of me working on the truck. After all, getting my hands dirty by working on vehicles is fun stuff.
I did not completely get rid of the truck though. I sold it to my brother-in-law (technically, to my sister). I sold it with the understanding that if he ever decides to get rid of it that I get right of first refusal. In other words, if he decides to sell it, I want the chance to get it back. (One of his friends tried to get in line in front of me before the deal was even done. I do not blame him, but sheesh.)
People told me not to sell that old truck. “You’ll regret it. I know I do.” That was what one of my co-workers said after he sold his old Toyota. And maybe I will. But it has gone to a new home. A home where somebody will love it and drive it every day. So I am happy that it is being put to good use.
My old pickup is no longer going to be parked in my parking spot at work, nor will it be parked in my garage. It is the end of an era. At least for me. Now begins the Toyota pickup era for my brother-in-law. I think he likes his brand new 1989 Toyota pickup truck. Like he said, “It’s cherry brah.”
© 2023 Michael T. Miyoshi
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