I have a friend, a really good friend, who is 21 years old this year. I doubt that she will go to a tavern to have a first drink with the “guys” or ever vote but she is still pretty good lookin’ for her age. If she could talk she would probably tell you that she has been abused and at times mistreated. She would also tell you that she has been made to carry too much too far with little or no rest or pay. She has rarely had a bath except when it has rained really hard but has a few bumps and bruises from an occasional hail storm. She is a 1994 S-10 Chevrolet extended cab pick-up truck silver with maroon trim. A sharp looker in my opinion. She doesn’t have a name, I just call her truck.
In 1994 General Motors sold Allison division like they had done to many of their non-automotive divisions. It was not the end of the world but a significant change to the way one thought about their employer. Our General Manager and several of the top Allison managers together with a New York investment firm made the purchase. They managed the company for about a year until it was sold again to Rolls-Royce Areospace of England. The original sales agreement allowed the hourly employees the opportunity to leave and go to other GM Divisions where openings existed. Many of them left during the first year after the sale. Employees like me, salaried employees, were “sold” with the company.
To make the sale a little more palatable for the salaried employees, those of us high enough in rank to have been entitled to company cars were allowed to purchase a vehicle , no greater in value than our last bi-annual purchased car, at factory cost. I ordered the “truck” and she and I have been good friends ever since. She was a really good deal. Truck cost me $6,500.00 plus some imputed income tax on what the IRS thought I should have paid. I still have the new car sticker and it says $18,162.00 so you can see how good a deal it was. You can also see how much they make off of new cars.
My old friend is a bit worn now and she is beginning to show her age as we all do. She has a few bumps and scrapes and the air doesn’t work (probably cost more to fix the air than she is worth) but she start every time and drives like a new one. It seems like there is always something to haul that is too big or too dirty to put in the car so I intend to keep my fried until I can’t drive any more. I have even suggested that maybe she could become my casket when the time comes. The boss says that won’t happen but it is still a thought. Good friends are hard to come by and I have sure enjoyed the 21 years with my good friend Truck. I am hoping for many more great years of service. Maybe someday if/when I hit the lottery I can have her restored like new!
Thanks for listening.