THE TRUCKS THAT KEEP ON GIVING
When I was 16 I was lucky enough to be packed off as an exchange student to Raleigh, North Carolina, where I spent a year going to high school and living with an American family. It was probably the best year of my life – well, being 16 or 17 how could it not be?! However, one thing that struck me was the family (the Olasons) had an old blue Ford F100 pick-up (I’d hazard a ’70 or ’71) that was almost like family. It was christened Ol’ Blue and sat out in the back yard all year round, oozing a bit of oil here and there, but starting on the button day in, day out. Ol’ Blue was 17 years old, which in the Eighties was prehistoric and probably…