Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column contemplating our love affair with our truck.A new study from Great Britain found more than half of all English drivers say THANK YOU to their vehicles after a long road trip.”That was great, old chap,” we imagine they say. “Was it good for you, too?”Here at the Corporate Suites we truly appreciate our truck, but we don’t thank it for doing its job. After all, where would the truck be without all the money we pour into it on a regular basis?If it weren’t for last month’s steady stream of credit card charges, for example, our truck would still be sitting on a God-forsaken stretch of Interstate 15 in the Nevada desert. After a lovely night in a casino hotel in Mesquite, complete with all-night rowdy partiers in the hall outside our door, we set out on a sunny Sunday morning with a coffee in one hand and a Starbucks scone in the other.We were heading for the City of Angels, confident we would be there for a late lunch.Au contraire, Pierre. Ten miles south of Mesquite, the truck lost power, started emitting smoke and limped to a desert exit with no services and no buildings. We spent a couple of minutes wondering why there was an exit there at all and then, not having a cell phone, we started walking.”It is in the nature of trucks to break,” we repeated to ourselves like a Zen mantra.Walking along the shoulder of an interstate in rural Nevada is a transcendent experience. For anyone wondering, there are very few law enforcement officers on that stretch of highway. Maybe that’s why the minimum speed there seems to be around 90.After nearly two meditative hours on foot – walking south in the hot sun while semis, SUVs and Winnebagos whipped by – an extremely handsome and helpful Las Vegas policeman pulled up.”Need some help?” the blond angel in uniform asked.As it turned out, he was only the first of several angels we encountered that day. The truck was taken to the hospital in St. George, Utah, and we arrived in Los Angeles late that night in a sleek, silver Hyundai Elantra (complete with sun roof and new-car smell).Several days, a new clutch and $1,200 later, we picked the truck up in Utah and headed back to the High Country.Which brings us back to the original question.Do we love our truck? Should we say THANK YOU when we get home safely?Upon reflection (including several hours of it in Nevada) we’ve decided that we love our truck when it functions as a truck. In other words, when it runs. As for THANK YOU, we think the truck should thank us.***It’s Sunday folks, and we’re looking at our credit card statement, chanting softly: “It is in the nature of trucks to break.”
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