Once the Dakota left, Grandpa let me take is truck on an “extended trial”. I was fairly concerned with the milage and wanted to make sure that it would be reasonable and that I didn’t mind driving it the 25 miles to work.

The truck is a 1990 Ford F-150, extended cab, long-bed. Oh, and two fuel tanks: one is fourteen gallons and the other is sixteen gallons. Despite the heft I was able to eek out fourteen miles per gallon. Not too bad when I was getting sixteen to eighteen in the Dakota.

Today, we were having lunch at my grandparents and Grandpa wanted to do the deal on the truck. He did have a surprise for me. The back of the title was already filled out with a sale price of $1.00.

Grandpa came out to the truck with me to clean out the bed. Even though he hadn’t been able to use the truck in over two years, he still knew exactly where everything was.

Once everything was put away we spent a couple minutes just talking about the truck. Grandpa was reminiscing about things that had been done with it. We talked about maintenance, cleaning, repairs. I mentioned cleaning and that it needed a coat of wax before winter. Granpa looked down and lowered his tone. He said, “I used to be able to take better care of my vehicles.” After a few moment we headed inside.

This felt less like buying a vehicle and more like being handed stewardship of it.

2006 Dodge Dakota

I’m not sure what I’ll be using for bad weather transportation. I may be buying my grandpa’s truck but on the phone earlier he was leaning toward a “long test drive”. We’ll see how that works out.