You know, I had a small revelation. Trucks are like women. Each one has there own problem, an attitude and a distinct perfume smell. A really sad moment when I realized this, was at the fuel pumps this morning. There were three diesels we running while fueling. I walked up to the attendant to pay for fuel, I could smell my distinct truck, and the difference in the other too.
But don't tell my wife, she says I don't notice the new perfume she buys.
But don't tell my wife, she says I don't notice the new perfume she buys.