Goodbye

Two weeks after we married my truck died. I had been reviving it time and time again over the last 5 years, so I was hopeful that it would happen again. Though, considering that the heater has never worked well (which was terrible in Idaho/Utah winters) and I took out the AC compressor and that it is not very reliable, Molly and I agreed that we would not be taking it with us when we left Las Vegas. So we decided to sell it. So sadly I closed the deal and signed over the title. When I explained that some hobag had stolen the battery and the stereo faceplate AND that I couldn't find the keys (which you don't even need to start it) I was pretty sure the guy was going to back out. He didn't though. :)

We shall miss you my truck.