There’s a story here
but
it isn’t mine to tell
Tag: trucks
Slightly ironic
A white truck called “colorado.”
So Uruguay (ancient truck)
I took a picture of this truck over a year ago. I marvel at ancient trucks here much as I marvel at German touring vehicles. See Leñero, Flete.
Oopa
This might have just happened this morning. A few minutes earlier an ambulance calmly went by with its lights flashing. Head hit windshield (doesn’t show in this photo).
The story? Would make a good assignment for a writers’ workshop.
Another ancient truck
Still trying to sort this out.
Yes, the flashers are flashing.
Yes, that is a Mercedes hood ornament.
Yes, that is a dog in the passenger seat.
Yes, there is a man’s face stenciled to the concrete post.
No, I have no idea what that sign means.
(You can click on the photo to it larger.)
Truckin’
Long day yesterday with my son in the emergency room—badly broken ankle from early morning wandering around with his friends in town. At dusk on the way back, I spotted this truckful of girls. Technically a horrible photo, but then it captures what I wanted. Obviously enjoying themselves!
Sleeping on the drive home from work
in the back of a 1950s truck. ‘Twas a notably hot day; fortunately rain came later to break the heat.
The flete
Anticipating holiday guests, a friend asked me to arrange transport (a flete) for her stuff, filling the guest space, to another friend’s shipping container in the country. With a local reference, I produced a hard-working driver with an ancient truck that did not inspire confidence.
But it worked just fine. The second of two trips. Truck: 1954 Commer.
Consumer goods in Uruguay tend to be shoddy, so bringing decent things when you move here makes sense. Linens and towels. Clothing. Hand tools, even comfortable chairs and a couch. Still, I marvel (sometimes poetically) at the quantity of stuff people feel the need to import.
Or perhaps I should say, feel the need to possess.
The 40′ container is now perhaps 60% full. Of unused stuff.
Local gardener’s work rig
I see it almost every day. Close as I can ID, it’s a 1954 203.