A decade or so ago we bought a little brown Ford Ranger. I was just about to get my license and needed something in which to practice my driving skills that was not a grain truck or something of similar size. It is difficult to parallel park in those, and I was going to need something to drive anyway, instead of taking the farm truck or the good truck that my parents also needed. So we scoured Auto Trader for a small truck that would do the job. That little brown truck took me to school for a couple years until I bought my own car. Then my brother drove it for a while. My mom drove it to town in the summer for groceries. I took it to the city in the winter when I was going to tech school. And I have driven it for nearly 4 years to work and back. This truck has been put to good use.
We sold it a couple days ago, perhaps for a bit less than it deserves for being such a faithful vehicle. I haven’t driven it to work in over a month due to the large amounts of snow on the road. It still feels like my truck and it is a little sad to see it go. We don’t really need it anymore and perhaps someone else can get some good years out of it yet. Farewell, small truck.