The bright metallic blue, shiny, can’t miss it in a crowd, should be driven by a teenage boy, truck is exhibiting a death rattle. T is in a state of denial, but admits that when the oil light comes on (and you have oil) and the bomb-like ticking sound begins…it is a very bad sign.
I have been researching the price of a new (or slightly used truck) and basically the upshot is… T will be driving around in our new kitchen. Yup. They cost an awfully similar amount of money… Sigh. Maybe we can put a table in the back and eat it in.