Ole Blue

Ole Blue. 1974 F-150. She certainly has seen a few days and more than a couple engine rebuilds.

Let me tell ya though, when you finally get 'er warmed up and hummin, when those sputters turn into full stream gas rivers and the bumps get less feely and, well, bumpy; I mean hell, when you almost start to fly atop that alfalfa and your catahoula's eyes get big and hungry, when you push down another notch and wrangle that stick for one more, oh boy when you feel the rush and vibration all over, when you know that old hearty steel will protect you and guide you and take you always further, when you scan that prairie horizon that doesn't end and in your middle you feel the same, well then, that is when you feel the gratitude well up inside. It spills over.

You swear that maybe you are glowing.