The Pickup Truck Being a Scholarly Paper on the Efficiencies Effected by Modern Technology.

Sometime last spring, Dr. Bill (1) bought a two-year-old pickup truck from one of his patients who is a used car dealer. Dr. Bill (2) and I are hunting and fishing buddies, and the pickup seemed a good idea for towing a boat and such things. The pickup has an extended cab where my chocolate lab girl-dog can ride on our outings. I asked if the truck could be repaired with bailing wire and spit. He said one might also need a roll of duct tape since friction tape was hard to find these days. I said that I thought he'd made a good choice, as this high tech stuff makes me a bit uneasy. One Tuesday this fall during a brief lull at his office, the good doctor remembered it was the birthday of his lovely bride of nearly thirty-five years and he had not yet acquired the obligatory expression of his affection and high esteem. As there is a shopping mall just down the street from his surgery, during his lunch break he drove there in his truck and did the necessary things. Upon returning to the truck he found that the engine would turn over, but it would not fire up. After some moments of frustration, he called his older sister, now retired, to come with her car and afford him transport in his efforts to make the situation aright.