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crOwl brake fluid dot 3 is oozing from the other side of my gas tank...drop by drop to the asphalt, leaking like love from my heart.

i have not stopped. i am loving her in a new way.

we are coming to a change in the way our life is moving. one mode of transportation ceases. another takes its place.

and the new one will be better and stronger, carrying the spirit of the old one with it like a crowl. (go thom!)
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crOwl i had a ford ranger xl since 1997. i put 150k miles on it driving all over western pennsylvania as a landscape manager for a small design, installation and grounds maintenance company and now as personal gardener in my own thriving business.

never left me stranded. once the serpentine belt broke but right next to a parking lot. battery died a couple times.

i always said i'd drive it into the ground.
after ten years i have accomplished it.

the damage record:

1. brake fluid leak (i refill the reservoir every 25 miles.)

2. windshield has a huge crack across the middle from two rock hits.

3. one back window was smashed out by a wheelbarrow.

4. front wheels are cupping, pigeon-toeing the wearing of the tires. ball joints need replaced.

5. muffler is shaking loose.

6. rear end leaf springs are rusted off the frame from continuous overloading.

7. three tires are bad.

8. brakes need replaced.

9. oil needs changed.

need i go on defining what it means to run a truck into the ground? still, i will miss it and the way i imagined it like a crowl, a constant, faithful companion. i decorated the cab with all manner of hippy-like, original creations. stones with words on them. sheep wool. beeswax sculptures. journals. the ubiquitous mini i-pod. current music fave: thom yorke, the_eraser.
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