When my hubby’s truck broke down recently and he was too far away to help, he called on a friend who lived nearby to come and save me. In a cold, lifeless vehicle I awaited and the shivering had already begun when my hero, Marshall, swept down the mountain road to add water to the fritzed radiator.
I was told to go wait in his truck. Go, he urged, go get warmed up.
And so I did and quickly found myself grinning.
Marshall’s truck was at least 20 bazillion years old. So old, it had a hard plastic dash. Yup, no airbags, no air conditioning or cup holders.
Except the one that he had “crafted.”
Marshall, I laughed, what the heck is that. I pointed at the cup embedded in the dashboard.
Ain’t you never seen a woodchuck’s cup holder? he said with a cheesy smile.
Woodchuck cup holder?
All the trucks in Eden look like this, he assured me.
A little more perusing and I noticed the duct taped side view mirror and the hole in the rubber mat that let light shine through. When I pointed these things out, he added with no shame, You should see the driver’s door – the bottom’s duct taped there, too.
I continued to laugh while I sat in that running, toasty vehicle, but Marshall didn’t seem to mind as he whistled every so merrily and went about his business fixing my broken down truck…
You know, the one with the air bags, air conditioning and cup holders?
The one with no heat?
The one that won’t start?