Today, no balloons were let go. No confetti. No speeches. No cameras. No stars in the sky, no fancy music, no fanfare, nothing.

Today, my truck crossed a threshold, from which it will never turn back. It was a threshold I was anticipating, but I didn't know how it would feel. Numb. Lost for words, feelings, anything. I wish I was better prepared. I wish I could have braced myself. I still would have gone through with it; it was inevitable. Progress demands it; so do my customers, as do my loan payments.

Today, my heart is broken. Even as I type these words, what started as a satirical piece has suddenly brought much emotion to my heart.

Today, I trained my employee how to drive the truck, and how to use the plow.

Big deal? Yes. It's now a work truck. Not just my truck, that I use for work. It IS a WORK truck now. This means the truck has numbered days; this means use at the hands of someone other than myself- no longer will I pamper it, no longer will each part be taken care of in love and friendship; this means that while I may still own the truck, it no longer owns me; this means that if I purchase a better truck, my employees will use this one; this means that whatever truck I buy, sooner or later, this one will be handed down, to be used by someone else than me. It has crossed from a personal friend, to a tool to use, to make money with, to expand the business with... no longer my truck. It's my company's truck. It's a work truck. My truck no longer.


I may get over it, I may not. Tomorrow night, we're expecting some snow. My employee is anxious to use the plow- I must encourage this, right? I want him to be a better plow driver than me some day. So I will toss him the keys, for part of the night, to use the truck. He will use the company truck, on company time, to plow. I must choose what's best for the company, and no longer preference the truck. Quite the paradigm shift, if you ask me.

Depression. Sadness. Heartache. Brokenness. Loss. Sorrow. I try to console myself with the thought of bigger, better trucks in my future, but am unable to wriggle free from the overwhelming pain, that today, tonight, I lost a best friend. It didn't lose me. I lost it.


The last time I had to say goodbye to a truck, I was instantly overcome with joy, as I saw my new truck on the lot, with the salesman walking towards me, keys in hand. Not so, this time. It's a slow death. It's horrible. How long do we have together? 6 months? 12 months? I don't know how long; I do know that the clock has started, the countdown has begun.

Every chevy is born a work truck... Some just dont work that hard Maybe you should buy a ford to plow... so when it breaks every week or so you can use yours

Snow,Snow,Snow, Money, Money, Money, New Truck, New Truck, New Truck

Thanks for the encouragement, boyz. I didn't really know it would hit me so hard. Sure, it's just a hunk of metal and plastic, but losing the truck this soon is hitting me hard. My guess is, I'll forget this truck once I get a Duramax, but in the mean time...

Are you letting him keep it at home or does he just drive to the shop and pick it up from you and you still get to drive it home at night. How will it work? What kind of rules do you have for the truck?, like keeping it clean, etc.

I still have it, but in the likely event that I purchase a second truck within 18 months, I may give it to him as part of his compensation package.

I let him plow a couple of driveways last night, as well as an alley. He was pretty nervous, but for a complete rookie, he shows a lot of promise. My mouth was dry when I coached him along. However, when I let him plow a driveway while I was out of the truck, I had the extreme pleasure of seeing my baby in action- lights flashing, engine growling angrily- it was fun to watch. Still, it's hard to let go.

Its so hard, because we don't think of our trucks as vehicles, we think of them as friends and companions. It's so hard to remove ourselves from that feeling, when you have to step back and say "its just a truck." I love what Trent said.... that might be my fav thing ever said about Chevys! Its true though. As much as we baby them, they were all born to work.

Take a step back and enjoy watching your baby do what she was made to

Thanks, Christine! I may need a few sessions with a grief counselor, but I'll make it.

Sounds like you have a good employee - when it comes to a company truck that is a huge responsibility for the employee. I still remember the first company truck I drove when I worked on the farm, a 2002 Ram 3500, 4x4, dually, diesel, 6 speed. I know I know, not a chevy, but the point is I took ownership and pride in that truck because it was clear that my boss did, when I was behind the wheel I treated it as my own. The care you have put into your truck will show, and if you have a good employee, your pride will be infectious. So maybe today we welcome a new member to the Chevy truck enthusiast family?

You r a good employer your sadness is giving joy and happeness to your employee in the same time you are getting a Drumax so oneday you all will be happy guys......