The movie is set among the back drop of a country singer's music tour and there were plenty of shots of the tour bus and it's entourage as they traveled rural roads chocked full of gratuitous images of farms and barns. And tell me, who doesn't love a good barn around here? And there were some catchy songs too, but I knew within the first five minutes I'd be watching this movie til the end when I saw this:
No, not the guy, although come to think of it that might have been a plus too but to maintain my integrity round these parts I'll have to plead the fifth on that one. Wait, can I do that if I'm Canadian? So, I suppose your wondering, if it's not the guy then, just what am I talking about? I'm talking about the truck. The old, beat up pick up truck. Now that, my friends, is a beauty. For the last year or so, I've oohed and aahed every time a pick up with a certain patina passes me by.
And while I gaze longingly at beautifully and lovingly restored vintage models, what this girl would really like is a beat up old pick up. No fancy convertible, no sleek and classy sedan, and definitely not another SUV. No-sirree-Bob's-your-uncle. A hard working beauty, with all the scars to prove it, is what I'm after.
One that will take me and my dog to the feed store, ferry our rare breed chickens back and forth to poultry shows and take us to the library for more books and maybe once in a while check out the DVD of Country Strong so we can admire that pretty blue Ford all over again.
And maybe, just maybe, head to the hills of Tennessee.
~So do tell friends, what's your dream on wheels?~