Narrative
I
have been what many call a “Chevy man” my whole life. I like the looks of the
Chevy Silverado’s, the Suburban’s, and the Impala’s. These vehicles help my
family with farming and any other necessities that may come about.
A
part of “winter time fun” for farmers is to attend consignment auctions. These
auctions are held at the local county fair grounds and offer a chance for
farmers to sell unwanted or unneeded equipment and to socialize with the other
farmers in the area. As a farm boy myself, I attend these auctions occasionally
in the winter time, and usually have a decent time.
In
the winter of 2008, I went to an auction with my father and a good friend, who
was what people would call a “Ford man”. We were bickering and arguing a usual
Ford vs. Chevy tiff and experienced a life changing event. This year’s auction
was particularly muddy, because the snow had just melted and left the yard a
sloppy mess. Because the auctions are held at the fairgrounds, there were no
places to park but in the grass!! Everyone was spinning and getting stuck,
unless their truck was four wheel drive with mud tires. My friend and I spotted
a dodge truck with a flat bead trailer stuck trying to leave his parking spot,
and had slid down the small grade hill that the yard was on. This truck had mud
flying everywhere and was not moving a bit. By the time that the man driving
the dodge had given up on trying to get out, he had attracted a small crowd and
a few people with trucks had come to help. We noticed a Ford F350 had hooked up
to the back of the trailer and was attempting to pull the Dodge backwards, up
the hill, in the mud. This was an impossible task for the Ford. Although it was
four wheel drive and had had mud tires, it would not budge the Dodge. The Ford
owner was disappointed as he unhooked his truck from the chain which attached
his truck to the trailer behind the Dodge. The crowd started to laugh at the
next man to pull up to hook to the Dodge. He was driving a Chevy Silverado
1500, which is a substantially lighter duty truck than an F350, and is also
smaller in size. The Silverado was and four wheel drive with mud tires. As he
hooked to the same place the F350 hooked, the Dodges owner was acting like his
time was being wasted, and had a arrogant attitude, although I was too far to
hear what all was said. The Chevy truck’s engine began to roar as he flew
forward until the chain tightened. The Chevy came off the ground from the force
against it, but it didn’t give up. The driver tried again, and everyone’s jaws
dropped as the saw the Dodge truck start to move backwards. The Chevy was
pulling the Dodge!! This was so surprising that the little Silverado 1500 had
out pulled the big Ford F350. As strong of a Ford man as my friend was, he now
drives a Dodge, being still too stubborn to drive a Chevy. But in the end, it
was a Chevy truck that turned a Ford man into a Dodge man.
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