Monday, September 8, 2008

THE OLD BEATER


We keep an old beater pick-up – a powerful old Dodge that hauls wood, refuse, and oversized items, and big loads. If you have room to keep it out of sight, it's great to have such a vehicle.

The old beater has been in town since Mike and Ken went to get wood, but now we need to haul wood from the farm to town. So we decided to take advantage of the trip from town to the farm by loading the back end with lots of stuff. I have long wanted heavy-duty shelving in the mechanical room to better organize our stuff. Now was the time to buy the shelving unit and carry it to the farm. Ken had raspberry plants for us – a great time to haul those to the farm. Oh, and by the way, Ken asked, do you want these wire cages? Onto the truck go the wire cages. We're going to pick pears off the old pear tree, so the ladder is tied on top. Of course, there was lots of the usual stuff – food, sewing machine, laptop, and more than the usual project stuff because we had the room. By the time we arrived at the farm, we had also tied on logging cables borrowed from a neighbor. Nellie rode in the cab with us, starting out at my feet and ending up in my lap (of all places!)

When we drove into the farmyard, Mike said, "Made it!" with a heavy sigh. Yes, this old beater is nearly exhausted. About time for a "new" old beater.

I think we put in two days work today, but that's another blog. Mike is watching "Monday Night Football."


3 comments:

debdog42 said...
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debdog42 said...

How many vehicles do you guys own? Also I would have loved to have seen Nellie the "thinks she's a lap dog" dog sitting on your lap! LOL!

Kathy said...

We have four vehicles: the 2006 Dodge Magnum; the 1999 Dodge Dakota; the 1965 Barracuda; and the 1974 Dodge Ram (old beater). When not needed for a specific chore in town, the old beater stays here at the farm. Mike has considered selling the Barracuda but it's probably not the right time to do that and besides -- no one wants him to.

I actually had some sympathy for Nellie on the floor at my feet. It's got to be warm there, she couldn't see out, and she didn't have enough room to lie down. She was actually sitting mostly on the seat beside me, which didn't hurt a thing. Now and then she would kiss my cheek to thank me for letting her sit there. KW