About Riley Ross
I’m going to leave all my posts and musings on here but until the truck dies, this blog is now an ode to my pickup.
I’ve had my 1999 Ford F-150 since July 2002. I was a late bloomer physically, emotionally, spiritually; but once the bloom came, it was a bumper crop. Though the truck wasn’t the reason for my life changes, the truck was with me during the times, and often a catalyst for many changes. This would be my version of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, it’s a little about the truck but more about my interpretation of life outside the comfortable confines of the black step-side.
I shouldn’t say “the truck.” Like anything that’s appreciated in life the F-150 deserves a name. I’ve never come up with a name. I’ve always felt an F-word would be best… not THE F-word, but an F-word. I’ve always been naturally drawn to female names but they’ve never been consistent. I like the name Fedora, but that’s also a hat; probably my least favorite of all hats; so that’s out.
Since the names have been so inconsistent for the last 8 years, do not be surprised to see a new F-name for every post. It’s just what’s in my heart at the time.
dude, i think that you’re doing a great job with your blogs. They really are good and I’m not just saying that. Keep up the good work.
‘preciate it Rhino
To “The Dude”
The thing I like about centrists is that they pander to both sides, an awful lot like excessive compromising. You know what compromising is? It is when nobody gets what they want–that is why they say it is an integral part of marriage. What happened to “I beat you, you lose, and now I will have my political momentum created an extremist government with no checks and balances?” But lord knows, I will continue this diatribe in the Grad lounge–until next time, “let the people unit!”