A Truck

I am trying to sell my Ford Ranger. It’s the Ranger my late sister bought new in 1997. I “inherited it” when she died in 2010. Or shortly thereafter. And I kept it for a while. But I sold it to a friend after a few years, when it became apparent I wasn’t going to use it much. And then we moved to Arkansas. And I thought I wanted a truck. And so I bought it back from my friend. And I drove it back to Hot Springs Village, stopping along the way to address serious front end issues. And it’s been a year since. What the hell was I thinking? I have no use for it. I rarely drive it. I spent $36 every month for insurance. So I’m trying to sell it. That’s my story. I’m sad to sell my sister’s truck, but she would understand. She was the champion of the underdog. God, I miss her.