Wednesday, May 6, 2009

It's a tank !

My daddy's truck. When my dad past away a few years ago I didn't have the heart to sell his truck. It's not pretty but it runs and has low millage for it's age. It spends 95% of it's time parked beside the house behind the fence.


My husband moved it out onto to street in front of our house. He was going to drive it for a few days to get the oil running, so he says. I think he was getting tired of driving a minivan, who can blame him.

We were enjoying a nice Sunday afternoon movie when my daughter said, "hey, some lady's coming to our door." My husband went to check it out. As he's walking out the door he yells back to me, "the truck's been hit."

I could not see the side of the truck she hit when I first walked out and after looking at her car I didn't want to look. That truck is not worth much and it wouldn't take much for the insurance company to total it.

I got to the front of the truck took a deep breath and looked at the side that was hit.

This is what I found.


Yup, that's where she got the burgandy paint. You can't even tell she hit it.



She caught her tire on the running board and smashed it in, must be what took the hunk out of her tire. I am very thankful that is the only damage to our property and even more thankful that no one was injured.





No wonder we only get five miles to the gallon, that things a TANK.

P.S. The lady that hit the truck just moved into the house beside us. What a way to meet your new neighbors.

12 comments:

Linda said...
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April said...

Sheryl,
As they say, it could always be worse! I can't believe she's moving in next door! :O

Deidra said...

I love that truck!

Nanny Goats In Panties said...

Is that a picture of the tank after the accident and not before? Are you sure? LOL.

And your neighbor? HAHA! Someday you will all be best friends and talking about the good old days to your your grandchildren together telling them how you met each other. Of course, your grandchildren will think you're crazy when you try to show them the picture to prove she hit your truck. And they may look at you like you're nuts because you'll be pulling out something they used to call "pictures", because: "Grandma, everybody has holograms now!"

- Margaret

(you commented before me on SITS today!)

Ina in Alaska said...

Uh oh... well, you will never forget the way you met. You were probably destined to meet anyway. Your story reminded me of when one of our daughters was learning to drive and she was driving with my husband in his BMW which we had at the time. She crashed into our neighbor's car, neither car was particularly damaged but it was embarrassing......

Pricilla said...

Old trucks can take a beating...and you probably WILL end up good friends. And it is true..all things happen for a reason.

Andrea said...

Sheryl:
Sitka has something for you at his blog. Please stop by and check it out. Blessings and prayers, andrea

http://andrealuvsallgodscreatures.blogspot.com

Andrea said...

Yes..it is yours...I must have somehow deleted your name as #5. I will get that fixed...andrea

Joyce said...

Don't hate me, but your post is sweet and added a smile to my face. Your daddy was protecting his truck from above and yet wanted you to meet your neighbor. Who knows she might turn out to be a best bud. I love that truck! xoxo

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dadivastreet said...

Thank you for dropping by! That is some Welcome Wagon Greeting! Glad all was well! Have a Great Mother's Day!