I’m an old ford pick up truck. 
My miles run high now and days.
My coat shined for more of a pretty look but I’ve been repainted and my rust stains coated.
My tires new for perfection. 
My owner still looks at me with joy and love my year is old but nearly made perfect for my owner.
I’ve felt anger,hurt,love and respect.
My over owner has placed new tires and a new paint of coat to drive away from the time they stupidly drove me drunk.
My metal was torn but brought to new and coated with love. 
I’d protect my owner with my life.
I’ve seen pictures hung in my mirrors of the person my owner has been with and have watched the joy in their eye when it’s put up and hurt when it’s sometimes torn off or just taken off me.
My stirring wheel has been loved and hit, hit in anger by loves gone wrong, bad days, and dreams faded away.
However, my wheel has been polished and stroked of love for years by my owner.
My owner loves long rides and i enjoy the company of sweet summer nights with my owner.
Some nights my owner will lay on my hood in the summer and we look at the stars when that happens I’m the happiest Ford alive i just smile with joy!
My hood has been polished and cleaned, washed and on bad days hit.
My owner takes good care of me.
They are patient for the mornings I haven’t had enough sleep.
Patient and kind they’ve become with me.

My new coat shines.
Winter we both hate.
I come with miles.
A owner before who just got anger but not this one.
Winter my wheels are polished with love and new are put on.
I purr of happiness.
Winter comes i have issues.
So my owner knows to talk sweet to me, that it’s the softness in their voice to make me go, the soft touch to keep me calm for a safe ride.
In a calm voice in winter i hear words that make me stronger and my engine shine with pride,”Com one girl you can do it.” My owner will whisper soft to me as they stroke my stirring wheel.
My engine is always cleaned usually hand done by my owner.
I’ve seen it all.
My owners tough to all but soft with me for some reason i always feel safe.
I’m an old pick up truck.
With miles on me and a little run down.
My mirrors perfect for my owner and painted with a shine, we get each other.
I’m fast but at ease.
Stubborn, like my owner but sometimes just as confused at to what direction to go at times.
My metal protects.
My metal is a shield to my owner.
We both hate thunderstorms
But I’m better at it than they.
My face is not angry looking like some trucks, i smile a lot.
But i feel what my owner feels.
They cry, i play that song sad.
They get lost, i sigh and tell our other friend the GPS to turn on.
They are content and happy, we go to the parks and i play something country.
To others I’m rust.
Not worth putting the money in.
Too old to be cared for.
To others I’m just an old pick up truck, but to my owner I’m perfectly made.
Right size, height, lovable and patient like my owner.
We go as a team.

I’m no loner with my owner riding me, I’m simply me and we get each other.
I don’t change them, they respect my metal and good qualities I still have.
I’m an old pick up truck simple but just as lost as my owner as to what direction may be the right or wrong way.
My metal is old but with new parts placed.
My paint coated with love.
My look has changed but i purr.
With delight when they say,”GO!”
I wait patiently for my owner to return when it’s been awhile.
I’m eager when they are.
My rust has been smoothed out but still show just like my owner.
My life…is a country road with all the directions to turn and no shame in taking that good old dead end cause when we get there we always reverse and start over my owner says just like in the real world.
We fit my owner and I.
Old pick up truck…..yeah you’d think that but when you see me driving around with my favorite pilot you’ll see written on my face I’ve had the ride of my life just being an old pick up truck!
Passengers come and go but yeah my pilot and I are the best fit on the open road.
I couldn’t have an better look!
You’ll find me driving down the roads with a smile on my face!