I shall miss my truck, especially when the snowbanks are over 6', but I shall enjoy the $19k in the bank and the not having to spend $4k a year for depreciation, insurance and the maintenance that comes after the 5 years are up (that's serious beer money!)... and the fucking grief of having to clear ice and snow off of it to move it to the street when the snow removal guy gets here and shoveling out the box and...

After I shook hands with the guy, I went into Mum's house to get the third key and told her the truck was sold. She started crying. She knows for sure now that I can never get back to the woods I spent every minute in that I could until the arthritis took hold. I explained again why I had to sell it and, as is her way, she came around... she's a grand lady, she is. Had to be. She raised the likes of me.