Bought this bugger Thursday morning in 10 minutes over the phone through a trusted friend (I HIGHLY recommend Phil for any auto-buying needs). Raymond and I left Friday evening for Minneapolis, drove through the night in the old rodeo truck as temps outside dipped more than twenty degrees below zero. I watched an amazing slow motion North Dakota sunrise – the bold sunbeam squeezed skyward by crisp cold air just before the sun blazingly burped into the sky a moment after this photo was shot:
I very quickly bonded with my “new” rig during the 15 hour ride home. Ford calls the color, “Blue Jeans Metallic.” Levi seemed an appropriate name and “Denham” happened because I know how much Cliff would have liked this truck. Throughout my twenties, Cliff would tell me to “hurry up and make money Honey so you can adopt a child” – which I alway imagined to be a girl but if it were a boy – I threatened to name the child Levi Denham.
Each of my last two trucks spent nearly a decade with me. I certainly hadn’t planned on my truck getting totaled (I put $1200 into having the front end rebuilt less than two hours before a lady ran a stop sign and totaled my truck). I don’t believe Levi spent much of his life being a truck but less than 24 hours after bringing Levi home, the truck began its new life by hauling a large sculpture down our steep mountain across icy interstate roads to the Yellowstone Art Museum for an upcoming show and auction.