is from Japan but was brought up in the States. Maybe that's
why he has acquired quite an individualistic personality.
Many people have said that I should get rid of him. But as I
tell them, I have this love-hate relationship with him that
is hard to break.
He is my 1977 pickup truck, Chuck. Why would I want a pickup
truck? After sleeping on the hard cold floor for a few weeks,
it dawned on me that a pickup truck was a multi-purpose workhorse
that would be most useful to round up some furniture; for instance,
When I saw Chuck, perhaps I was not at a good mental stage to
be truck-hunting: I was almost desperate. For one thing, to
go to fellowships and Bible studies at night, a bicycle would
promise more adventure than I was ready for. I also found out
that it takes a car to find a car!
So when I saw that he was in good running condition, had only
45,000 miles, looked clean, and came with a big dimple on the
door free of charge, I was eager to become the proud owner.
The trustworthy (so I thought) seller's
telling me about another buyer ready to put a deposit on it
conjured up a picture of my missing out again because of my
So I bit the bullet and took Chuck in. (Since
then I have been wondering if I am the one taken in.)
Actually he is not a bad truck for a teenager, just a bit too
independent. He has a mind of his own when it comes to his radio.
It comes on when he feels like it. And he thinks one station
He doesn't like to answer to anybody. I discovered this when
I needed to use the horn once - fortunately my defensive driving
stills steered me out of that one. But being a creative missionary,
a minor surgery on him solved this. I now blow his horn with
the side of my left foot.
Sometimes he is quite a baby. One night on the high-way, he
started screaming through the hood. My mechanic said not to
worry about it until the alternator light came on. So I didn't.
Just when I thought Chuck was getting better as the scream turned
into a whine, he started to misbehave and made noises on the
highway. He seemed to be shedding some parts as I heard some
clangs underneath. But then, who am I to say that he is not
ok. After all, the professional told me that he was.
Other than these things, he runs quite well, but then, stopping
is another story. If you are driving him on the highway and
need to stop quick, you could swear that you have no brakes.
But I assure you that they exist. I have seen them there.
I did take him in to get a few things fixed, but the professional
told me nothing could be done, and that I should get rid of
him. How could I? I bought him with a high price and I love