Winter Night in My Pickup

Free thoughts, ideas, music, and nature fill my world as in my truck overlooking the back field.

February 25, 2005

Are You in 4x4 Low?: Some ways I've discovered to tell what position your transfer case is in.

Camping Alone: A Story: Andrew recalls his Labor Day Camp-Out, and what it feels like to be alone...

Camping with Cowboy: One great spring night in a Schoharie Forest.

Camping with my Pickup Truck: It is fun to spend every night in the back of a pickup.

Camping with Neanderthals: How a nice night in the woods ended with a gun in my face.

Defending Pickup Trucks: Takes a look at the Greens argument against SUVs and pickups.

Ecological Virtues of Truck Camping: Thoughts on the ecological virtues of truck camping.

Pickup Trucks: An Important Oligopoly: For Andrew's Economics II paper, he decided to write about the Ford-GM oligoply in the truck market

Real Fuel Economy: Miles per gallon are deciving, we should improve all vechicles equally.

Some Thoughts, Stories and Ideas on the Pickup Truck: Andrew tells some stories, and gives some of his ideas on pickup trucks. Nothing really signicant, it's kind of just a groovy-type essay, if you know what I mean.

Winter Night in My Pickup

A couple of nights this winter I've wanted an escape where I can get away and experience nature after dark without getting so cold. My pickup truck provides just that ability. I take my 4x4 pickup out back into the field behind my house and park it down by the stream. I then turn off my headlights and the engine once the truck warms up. I sit and listen to some classical CDs or other music and try to look, see, and think.

Inside the comfort of my pickup I look outside at the cold winters night. I see some animals running around, and I watch as the moonlight slowly expands over the field. With the snow out here it sure is bright. There is little out tonight, but sometimes I see deer coming through the field trying to find whatever they can eat in the cold world around there.

My imagination truly runs wild and free out here. I dream about my friends in Iraq. I am constantly reminded how they had to go and fight, and possibly give their life for my freedom. It's a freedom to write and drive my truck, but it's also a nuanced freedom that gives us things we might otherwise not like: obscenity and capitalism. I also wonder who I am and what life truly will be like after I grow up. Iraq is so important to my life here in the truck, even if it so far away.

I sing along with the radio. Even the music inspires and challenges me. We got to get together now and love one and other sings the Shondells with Sweet Cherry Wine. I ponder what Sweet Cherry Wine must taste like. Probably much different then the beer I am now drinking. I'm guessing this is a religous reference. My mind wanders further. I certainly can't wait until I get my cap for my truck and can spend many a summer's night sleeping out in the back of my truck. It is great to have such a free imagination.

Eventually the windshield starts to fog up for yet another time, and I decide to turn the truck on again to defrost. I also note that is getting late. I release the brake and put the truck into first gear and off I go in 4x4. Driving and sliding around on the way back to the house is fun, and then I go to bed. Good night!