I wish I had enough money to whiz away a complete 4x4 truck.
Everyone wants to have a story to tell, I guess. Kinda like the guy I met who bragged about cutting three '55-'57 Chevy's up with a torch, "And I cut the frames into three pieces, so nobody could ever use them again" in the mid '80s. And then pushing them into a hole with a bulldozer. Or the guy I met who's "Going to let that '57 Chevy convertible rot into the ground before I let someone buy it" in the '90s. He ENJOYED telling me it still had the fuel injection unit on it.
Or the distant relative who smiled the whole time he told us about cutting the 120-year-old wardrobe in half because it wouldn't fit out the door of the old farm house, and that he burned it on the burn-pile.
No, but hey, that's really cool. Everyone should take a truck out into the woods and shoot at it with semi-auto weapons. Makes for a great story. Glad you didn't do anything like donate it a church or charity or anything.
-Brad
