GOD REPAIRED MY TRUCK

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NO.

This is not the truck God "fixed" for me.

This is only a picture from my files of a pickup.

Back about 1980 I bought the first pickup I ever had

from a fellow mechanic.  It was one of those ugly

1961 chev. pickups.  It seems that chev. designed it

ugly on purpose.  Like some of today's cars.  They

did well.  It was ugly.  And if there are any left on

a scrap heap some where - they are still ugly.

I had borrowed the pickup from my friend a number

of times.  So it did not come with any hidden faults.

It's chief fault was that it would pop out of high 

gear once in a while.   This was one of those old

6 cylinder three speed manual transmissions.

But that was not supposed to be a problem.  I was

a mechanic, and overhauling manual transmissions 

was one of my jobs.

As you can guess, the problem did not get any better.

Over time it got to popping out of high gear real bad.

I counted one time.  In driving to work, that's, 12 miles,

it popped out of high gear 16 times.

I know, the logical thing to have done would be simply

buy a rebuilt transmission and slip in on a Saturday.

But at that time circumstances were such it could not

be afforded. 

The other option of course was to fix it myself.  The

problem there was down time.  Back then we could

get parts for automatic transmissions in a day or two.

But every time we had a car down with a manual 

transmission, it took a week or two to get parts.

This truck was my only transportation and I had

tried every adjustment I could think of.

One day returning home from work it popped out

of gear while going down a straight section of road.

I put it back in gear.  Let out the clutch and it popped

right back out again.

In frustration and desperation I cried out loud enough

He could hear me, "Lord, I don't know how much longer

I can put up with this."

The next morning on way to work the young fellow

riding into town with me ask, "Did you fix the

transmission?"  No.  Then he pointed out that it had

not popped out of gear at all.

I started watching it then.  It must have been about 

one and a half years before it ever popped out of high

gear again.

Talk about a cheap fix.  God is a whole lot better

mechanic than I am.

Ultimately I gave the old truck to the young man

that was riding with me that morning.

PRAISE GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYER. 

RUST BUCKET

No, it don't say "RUST BUCKET" on the side.

That was just me playing with the computer.

However, all the rust is real.

This is an old pickup I bought from an old lady

up in Nebraska off eBay years ago.

When I bought it there was rust on it O.K.

But inside it looked like brand new.

To myself a truck is a tool, not a trophy.

In fact I get a great deal of satisfaction out

of the old thing.  I am old and falling apart

and I have a matching truck.

Most people would be offended having a

vehicle that looked like that.  But consider 

this.  I paid $1,500.00 for it about 12 or 13

years ago.  I have probably put about $2,000.00

more into it in maintenance, tires and repairs

etc.  How many of you have a vehicle that gives

you 12 or 13 years of service for only about

$3,500.00.

So, this old man thanks God for this old

truck and I just "keep on trucking".

OUCH

It is not often that you get to see the bottom side 

of a truck.  I was out on my motorcycle one day 

and come upon this accident.  

Thankfully the driver was not seriously injured.

It was a truck belonging to the power company 

pulling a power pole to be installed.  The trailer

with the power pole is on the other side of the 

truck.

I enjoyed seeing it a whole lot more than than

the power company enjoyed it.

I DIDN'T DO IT.

I didn't do it.

It just happened.

We stepped out

from eating lunch

and there it was.

Big as day. Right

in the middle of

every thing.

Like a miracle.

It might have been

the "big bang". But

if it had, we would

have heard it.

More than likely it is proof of evolution.

It started off as a truck and evolved into a LPC. (Lady's Personal

Carrier.) No thought. No designer. It just happened. You know,

forces working together indiscriminately producing stuff.

Simple stuff like mankind, birds, trees and snails. All just an accident.

Mam. That's not a slam at you. You put a lot of thought into that

truck and made it something you are proud of. My slam is at those

bloated big heads that don't want to acknowledge God. Just used

your truck as an example. You certainly have one of a kind. Not

another in the world like it. Thanks for letting us see it.

It's O.K guys.

It has a lady's

name on it.

But I still tried

to not get too

close to it.

(I did not want

to pollute it.)

Mam. I hope you

get a lot of enjoyment

out of washing,

polishing, cleaning,

dusting and detailing.

But what can it

haul???

Now here is a man's

truck. One that will

haul something.

Proud of all that

rust under the

doors and else

where. It just

happened with

out any help from

me.

This thing hauls;

• motorcycles
• chicken feed
• motorcycles
• rabbit feed
• motorcycles
• brush
• motorcycles
• rocks
• motorcycles
• plants
• motorcycles
• lumber
• motorcycles
• and much more.

QUESTION.

Which one do you think cost the most?

Which one do you think does the most work?

Which one do you think takes the least of a persons time?

Just a thought.