Dear Jeffy's Truck
Writing this tribute to you is bittersweet. Where to begin...how about the beginning? I first met you on a hot summer day almost 4 years ago when I invited Jeffy to go roast marshmallows with a group of friends. Without getting into the details, I made you drive all around the Salt Lake Valley trying to pick up a friend who actually lived in Highland....In my defense, he told me he lived by Highland High School. DUR! Lets not get into this. I saw you mostly from the rear view mirror that day, and that was the first time i met you. After that, you drove us on our first date to go see G.I. Joe. I believe you got a ticket on the way to pick me up, but that's not important now, is it :-) Of course there is a good debate about whether or not it was a date. Boston, you can ask your dad about that, but then come talk to me to get the real story ;) Shortly after we began dating, you helped me learn how to drive a stick shift! I'm sure you enjoyed every minute as I killed you about a thousand times. I never really drove you much other than really short distances. I mostly remember you from the passenger seat, and you were one bumpy ride. Jeff will say that i never really like you, but that isn't true. I loved you, truck, because Jeffy loved you, and believe it or not it was his idea to sell you. You make a great "bachelor" truck! So here's to a long and happy life dear GMC Sonoma Truck, we will miss you!
Love, Megan
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