1969 Chevrolet Blazer

You feel this truck in your soul. And since you don’t know quite why, I’ll tell you. It’s the truck that inspired you to like trucks. You were sitting on your Big Wheel arguing with Billy Wilkes on which of you had the longest driveway skid when you first heard this truck’s rumble. You turned, and there it was. A 1969 K5 Blazer. Denny Cartwright was behind the wheel. THE Denny Cartwright. The only guy from the neighborhood who’d come back from Nam with some scars and tattoos and never talked about of them. So everyone knew he’d seen the suck. Denny didn’t like sleeves or rules but he sure liked Marlboros and blrunettes with blue eyes, and he always seemed to be rolling with both. Denny was idling at the intersection, lighting one square with another.