Originally Posted by Carytowncat
i am connected to my GMC truck like soul travelers. It's profound how wonderful i feel dring down the road with it. I am grateful to have lived long enough to know that's as good as it gets for me, and that a faster, prettier, newer truck couldn't equal the connection i feel with it.
We think anything you put so much work into becomes special especially if it didn't coem easy to begin with, I waited for years for my bus. All good thing must come to an end. Will find another way to have fun.
Originally Posted by M1031A1
We've got the same connection with HF. She's one incredible bus. This evening my wife told me she actually wants to learn how to drive HF! Understand the largest vehicle she's driven has been a short bed F250 king cab puck up truck! That pick up was about 15 feet long. That's how much HF has grown on our family!
The more I work on her, drive her, and so on, the more I enjoy her.
I understand how the loss of a vehicle can be.
My dad had a '77 Pontiac Bonneville. Sweet car. Two tone red, two door coupe. She was a beauty. My dad told me if things worked out the car was mine. A drunk smashed into the rear end and totaled it two weeks before I was to get it. I was really ticked off. I felt like I lost my independence. In a way, I did. But eventually I got over it. Looking back I still miss that car. It was such a cool car back then.....
i had a van years ago I loved too, took many trips loaded with grandkids to the beach, mountians etc. Took a couple of them to The Keys Snorkling, went out to reef first time for all of us that far out. We taught those little strangers how to skate, fish, swim, snorkle, skin dive, sing,dance and we attemted snow sking in Gatlinburg. Was fun.They had a big laugh when I busted my buns on ice.