My disease

Well, as my faithful readers know I've struggled with truckaholism for most of my life and until very recently, was successfully dealing with my condition. I have a support group and a good wife and with their help I had managed to suppress the symptoms of my disease.

No more. All is lost. I broke down when the Yellow Dog broke down one too many times and I bought a big, red Dodge truck. I picked a brand new truck from the rows of shiny trucks sitting on the dealer's lot. It's a beautiful truck, if I say so myself. The divine Mrs. L would like to see this truck last for twenty years so I got the Cummins diesel and the rubber floor and the manual windows and the stick shift. It's a crew cab, four wheel drive, long bed, three quarter ton. It's a torque monster and I can't wait to tow a very heavy trailer with it. I've given myself over to the ravages of this sickness. I actually think it's genetic.