My First Truck

Joseph Evans

APLAC 2

Descriptive Essay

10/15/10

My Truck

I bought my truck when I was thirteen years old. It pulled into the parking

lot of my dad's business with a for sale sign in the back window, and I fell in love

with it. I knew the guy that owned it. We had been good friends for a long time,

and I knew that we could work out a trade that would make both of us happy.

As I walked around the truck I saw the potential it had. It was one of the

best looking trucks in town, and I wanted it. I wanted to be able to drive through

town and turn every head. The paint scheme was two-tone cadillac white and

cadillac silver. It was beautiful. Cadillac taillights were molded into the rear,

and a roll pan was fiberglassed into the bed in place of a bumper. The back

tailgate handle had been shaved and relocated inside the bed, and the

windows were tinted limousine black: barely legal. It was one nice ride, and

I wanted it.

I opened the door and sat down in the driver's seat. I looked around the

truck, grabbed the grant steering wheel and tilted it down, and knew this was

the truck for me. The enterior was hand fabricated black and white. It had an

alpine stereo system with an amplifer powering two twelve inch kicker

subwoofers. The headliner was hand-fabricated with a built in tv. All of the

alpholstery was hand sewn black with white stich. It was gorgeous.

I got out of the truck, popped the hood, and the owner and I went around

and started to talk about the engine and all repairs that had been done on it. It

was just a stock engine that had been poorly maintained, but I had a plan for

a nice new engine to go in its place. It was definately a project that I was gonna

have to work on, but for what it was I was willing to make a trade for whatever he

wanted. So we made a deal. I traded in my dads truck and my moms car in for

his one of a kind lowrider pick-up.

I walked into the office, told my dad that I finally had a...