Jennifer Patraca
Description
July 10, 2012

I love my Dodge Ram pick-up truck. It’s over ten years old and we’ve been together now for half of that time. Five years ago I began my search for a vehicle and I knew it was going to be a long day so I dragged my mother along with me for the company. I planned on driving to car lots around the state because I knew exactly what I wanted. It was to be a black on black pick-up truck. I even had a couple of make and models in mind such as a Dodge Ram or GMC Sierra. So, this wasn’t going to be leisurely looking, this was a quest. While driving from one car lot to another all of a sudden something caught my eye off to the side of the road. It caught my attention so quickly as if it threw its shine from its glistening coat right into my eyes. I had planned on driving right by that car lot, figuring that they never had anything like what I was searching for. I immediately turned around and drove back. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I drew near. It was perfect.
Sitting on top of a hill facing me was the most beautiful truck I’ve ever seen. It felt like it was sitting there just for me. The way the extra-large and wide grill protruded from the front of the truck made it mean looking. The dense head lights on either side of it looked like two wicked eyes. It was tough looking. The black paint looked as if it was still wet. The truck was massive and beefy. It was wider than tall sitting on four sturdy plump tires. The treads were deep and thick. I opened the driver’s door to peek inside, hoping the inside would be as breath-taking as the outside and to my surprise it was.
The outside of this truck was so tough looking but the inside so gentle. Everything on the inside was black. The truck was so tall, I had to step up on the foot bar and grab onto the over-head handle to pull myself up. The seats were the blackest of black leather. As I sat down I sunk into the soft plush leather. The seat wrapped around me like a glove, like a mother hugging their child. The dash board was flawless and reflective like it just got cleaned. Even though the truck was older, it smelled like new. The carpet was plush like the center piece of a luxurious living room. The inside was generous in size and the back seat was just as spacious as the front. It was perfection and I put a down payment without delay.
Since then, I attempted to add to perfection by installing an after- market muffler to make it sound as nasty as it looks. It’s now the favorite part of my truck. I still smile every time I turn the key. It’s so loud and forceful when it starts that the truck pulls side to side a couple times. The intense roar sounds like its saying “look at me now and get out of my way” and has even set off sensitive car alarms when starting up.
My truck is now over ten years old and lost a lot of its sparkle. Once flawless paint is now damaged and wearing off in many areas. Underneath my truck is all rusted from water, salt, and age. The rust has now traveled up the sides and around my doors. My two friendly side rails that help me into my truck are now sadly just one. One became so rusted it fell off when going over a small bump. Luckily it was the passenger side rail. I’ve replaced lights and expensive parts, made various repairs and put on many miles. It’s not the most fuel efficient vehicle as I should probably get a second job to fill it up, but it drives. It drives me wherever I want to go and has never failed me. Every time I turn the key it’s ready to roll.
I love my pick-up truck.