Well, this poem comes to you with a heavy heart. Many of you know about my neat little 1978 Freightliner cabover that I bought from my friend, Brandon Smith, a little over a year ago. In that time, I have trucked it back and forth from Seattle to L.A., out to Denver, and all points in-between. It’s been a great classic truck for me. Back in January, I got sideswiped by an inattentive four-wheeler that took my truck into the concrete wall at 50 mph. I was devastated at the thought of losing my sweetheart of a semi so soon in our relationship. I put my wrecked rig in the expert hands of Dr. Kevin Pickett (from Trick My Truck, Pickett Custom Trucks, Pickett Repair), and the old cabover made a full recovery. After two months in surgery, she emerged even better than ever wearing a new black and green paint job that loosely resembled the former blue and white scheme she wore previously. I love my old cabover, but sometimes it’s best to evaluate when it’s time to part ways. I feel like this truck is in her prime right now, and my small business is in need of newer equipment that is better suited for the job I do. So, it’s time to let her go. By the time this poem goes to print, I will have made the last trip in my beautiful babied big rig – it is on its way to Georgia to be traded in on a newer Kenworth W900L. Please don’t judge me. I hate to see her go, but I feel like it’s the best option for my business at this point. I hope and pray that “Un-conventional” (as I affectionately call her) will find love in the responsible hands of someone who appreciates the true potential this rig still carries, and that she lives to bring smiles to the younger crowd and a nostalgic thumbs-up to the old school crowd. This poem is a farewell to my freightliner.
A FINAL FAREWELL
By Trevor Hardwick
Goodbye, my love, the time has come,
For us to move along.
You’re good to me, and I admit,
I’ll miss you when you’re gone.
The day we met I kissed your face,
I knew you were the one.
We’ve shared some times, I won’t forget,
But now those times are done.
You’ve been a faithful servant,
And I’ve pampered you with care.
You’re beautiful and radiant,
I know it don’t seem fair.
I’ve got to let you go for now.
It’s only for the best.
I hope the one who loves you next,
Has money to invest.
I thought I almost lost you,
In the first part of this year.
That crash would not be your demise,
You’d somehow persevere.
I’m glad you were my trusted steed,
You never did me wrong.
But the winter in the great Northwest,
Is not where you belong.
So goodbye, my love, the time has come,
To go our separate ways.
I hope you find a new love now,
Who has a load that pays.
