Truck Bed

I love my car. Some even branded me a truck maniac, but if they do take it as a compliment. I got my Ford F150 for my 21st birthday, and from that moment we were inseparable. It's all in this car I mean. Everything. If never married, I would develop some of the trucks get in the way of the ceremony. But I doubt if I take the girls understand, so I have my lawyer working in a sense, the law to marry with the truck.But once there was a moment I thought it would be separated forever ....

In my twenty-second birthday, my friend Mike convinced me to go to Tijuana. I lived in San Diego for a bit ', but never to take the courage to cross the border. She said the promised land for those dollars. He painted vivid images Non-Stop Party participation, huge burritos and Coronas in abundance. Needless to say, I was sold. We have accumulated in my Ford and went away.

In a remarkably shortWhen we reached the border. Mike Park has proposed to go on the U.S. side and then across. But I knew nothing. The idea was unthinkable in a country different from my beloved. He reluctantly agreed and we drove slowly through the checkpoint. The border crossing was fairly quiet, but when we reached the other side, I was surprised. The difference between the U.S. and Tijuana has been extreme. There was a lot of dirty slums and Mexico, but there was a stimulus forinstead. We parked by the roadside and began to migrate in. I bought a turquoise ring, which I did not need and then began to consider the purchase of a chimpanzee, or maybe a donkey. I went a bit 'after a few more vendors, then moved to an alley. Suddenly I realized that I was dressed woman in Mexico. She came to me and suggested I go to a private entity.

I laughed. "Miss, please. There is no way for his attempt. Look what Iwaiting for me. "I took his wallet and began to bare metal images of my wife. He seemed very interested in photos, issues relating to Ford in a bad Italian. Then suddenly a street child. He ran towards me, and a flying kick to Tuberous, I lay low. The woman grabbed the bag and she and the hedgehog got on a bike and ran.

When I recovered, I ran until I met Mike. After hearing my story, he was worriedand suggested a reaction. We returned to the starting point, and I was in shock. Worse than any football in the groin is the area that I addressed. My truck was gone! A supernatural scream from my mouth and I fell unconscious. When I arrived, I looked around in a daze wondering what had happened. Suddenly I realized that I was in the car and Mike. "What happened, I started, I realized that riding in the truck!

"What happened?" Ihe asked. "What back?"

Mike told me he has found a shady Mexican U.S. dealers who offered five U.S. dollars U.S. for the truck in exchange for a hundred. "With man this way, you owe me $ 500.

How to buy me some money and a donkey, but at least it had everything that mattered to me. The wedding is in June!

To celebrate, I'll buy a bed cover bed rug rug online and a new tonneau. My truck deserves everything that has beenaside.