She toils tirelessly.
She's 17 years old and has 277,000 miles.
She's my company vehicle.
In the past, someone shot her.
In the past, someone used the tailgate as a guide to hook to a trailer.
In recent three years, I'd taken a democratic approach and left her to be used by anyone working on the farm who needed her.
Until a former employee tried to rip her rear end out. I quickly retook possession of communal keys. Funny how she hasn't needed to go to the mechanic's shop as often...hmmm.
Meet Boo.
Never had a vehicle lent to me for work before, some have tried to tell me she's ugly, but I love her.
Mondays are now my days off to study, but it was too pretty outside and Boo was still under a coat of mud from the monsoons.
Shampooed seats, scrubbed her behind the ears, went through half a bottle of Armor-All on all her trim and waxed over all the dents and scratches.
Boo-tiful!
