FINALLY! J sold his truck. That big ol ' heap of flat black jun.....err.....awesomeness. Yeah, awesomeness, that's what I meant. Oh the pleasure of pulling up in the driveway and not seeing that truck just sitting there. Sitting there and and wasting space. Breathing car air that another awesome car/bike could be breathing from the comfyness of our driveway. It's no secret that I didn't like that truck. First, I hate long bed trucks. They look retarded. Second, I hated the moon hubcaps. I know I'm totally in the minority with this, but I think those things are hideous. I think they can make a fantastic lookin ' car look like pure poo. Whatever. Besides that, it didn't run. Wouldn't run. J had lost interest after one failed attempt after another the get the motor problems ironed out. Man, I'm so glad to see it go. It was funny, after J sold it, we went out to eat and while we were sitting there he kinda jump upped a little and said "OW!" I...