No More Big Blue

Well, Sean sold his truck. It's strange... I hated that thing. I always threatened to leave it somewhere with the keys in it, hoping someone would steal it. I threatened to push it over a cliff. I threatened to give it away to anyone who would come drive it off. I told him it would take forever to sell that piece of crap. He put it up for sale and it was gone the next day. What do I know about trucks? Nothing. We had a couple guys calling from out of state wanting to buy it, for heaven's sake. The buyers came down from Logan. Crazy! I'm not so sure how I feel about this. We had it for so long, and the memory of it is so tied up in Sean. Sean without his old, beat up truck just doesn't feel right. From now on, anything he tears apart and rebuilds has to be some sort of classic sports car. Or a motorcycle. That would be cool.