The Loss of an Old Friend

Today I had to say goodbye to a friend. That’s not something that’s easy to do, especially one that’s seen so much with you. We met in December of 1998 one night while cruising around town, and we’ve spent countless hours together since. We went through my years at Auburn together, moved out to Denver together, moved into five different places in Denver together, and moved to three places in North Carolina together. We have even worked together. Through many jobs, homes, and trips to the hardware store, we’ve stuck together. Through seven and half years and over 110,000 miles my truck and I have been friends. Today, though, I had to sell the Tacoma. I almost want to cry. So, please, when you’re riding down the road, keep a look out for my old friend.