I think my truck is in love with me.
I was looking online at some ads for '60-66 Chevy trucks, just wishful thinking.
I wouldn't mind a '64 actually.
Went out to start my truck to go to the hardware store.
Truck wouldn't start.
Hotwire to the dizzy fell off the spade connector.
Start the truck, turn on the radio.
That "Heard It On The Grapevine" song starts playing.
My truck is haunted, or just jealous.
