Big Red is A.'s pick-up truck. Can you find him in this photo?
Big Red is, clearly, a work truck. Despite being two-wheel drive, he can get in and out of anywhere with the chains A. bought for the back tires. A. drives him all over the property: pasture, front lawn, paddock, wherever. He has no air conditioning, no CD or tape player, no power anything. Hell, the driver's side door doesn't even open. Something that I'm sure I should be concerned about in the event of A. wrecking his truck and needing to exit quickly in the case of a raging fire, but eh. We'll worry about that when it happens.
ANYWAY, Big Red is used and abused on a daily basis. He carries cinder blocks, lake gravel, trash, scrap metal, and, as you can see, entire trees. This is a black walnut tree that we cut down yesterday to make way for the chicken coop we built. (Yes! Chickens to come! And I will post pictures, but don't get attached, because these birds fall in the category of Not Pets. And you know what that means at Blackrock. Mmm, chicken dinner . . .)
I have to admit that when A. first bought Big Red, I thought he (Big Red, not A.) was a huge pain in the ass. We were living in an apartment in the city where we only had one parking space, so the truck was always parked right behind my car, sticking out into the street. But Big Red has proved himself over and over again since we brought him to his natural element in the country. I suppose it's possible to live in the country and not have a pick-up truck, but it would be really hard. Especially if you want to do a lot of projects, like we do. And forget those pretty-boy, short-bed, extended cab pick-ups. They do not do the job here.
Big Red is not pretty, he is not stylish, he is not easy or fun to drive, but the boy can haul. And that, my friends, is what a pick-up is all about.