'66 Chevy

    

 I was remembering my dad's old '66 Chevy pickup truck today, similar to this dude rightch he-yah, and the noise it used to make when the granny gears were pushed too hard....like a squealing pig, almost. My dad had placed a small block race engine in the old bugger.... Ironically, it had 4 gears.... Slowest, slow, LOUD....and reverse. Yep, it's all comin' back to me now.... the clang, clang, clang of the chains on the tailgate (caused by the constant bounce). It obviously needed shocks.

    I learned to drive in this beaut. My fellow 12-yr-old "patnuh" (the cowboy kind, not the politically correct kind) and I drove this baby all over the pasture across from my house.  The clutch dropped about 3 feet before it hit the floor. The ol' girl  had 2 colors: white..... and rust....hence the name, "Whitey."  Her bed was a stepside for anyone wanting to be run-over DEAD in an accident. Her steering wheel was surely 12 FEET in diameter. Her seats, black and ripped. Her radio...well, my dad had to have a good radio/stereo in each of his autos, so yeah, it was kickbutt. I  drove this baby to school here and there when everything else was on blocks in our yard. She was as bad as I was about getting up in the mornings. We were consistently late for 7:30 am band practice....but, everyone knew when we had arrived. She made sure of that.  Whitey was also built WITHOUT power steering....when people drove their cars to get a good workout. She ate weak-armed pansies for LUNCH (only because she didn't get up early enough to eat breakfast). She had a heater too, but preferred the cab chilly. She was STONE COLD....hard core.


    I wonder where this old truck is now.....hmmm...probably in "truck heaven." (tear)......Let's all have a moment of silence for Whitey. (moment) Pictures will be posted in her honor at a later date.