Chevy Truck

Thick, firm steerin’ wheel; burnin’ oil, shiftin’ gears: we’re Chevy-tough through heavy stuff. Deep mud. And a big old bed for storin’ wood. Boy this truck sure goes. It’s steady as a whole family walkin’ to church, and even faster than a horse.

“What’s that, ma?” “Durn, it’s rosy red. Li’l rust, but lookin’ fine as ever.” Engine’s loud, attractin’ attention. Four-wheel drive with a good motor, comin’ out the shed. And there’s an extra gun-rack along the runnin’ board. Dirt-caked tires, and the mudflaps are decorated with a line drawing of a youngster makin’ an obscene gesture at the rival brand’s logo. Now let’s do some off-roadin’. . . . 

Well, I’m lost; but I’d rather be right here, in this bad predicament drivin’ my Chevy, than in a better situation drivin’ any other brand. This truck can even start in the dead of winter. I use it for rammin’ and draggin’ lumber. Right now I’m haulin’ some cows and a hog, tied up. Plus there’s a slew o’ bugs smashed in the grille.