La Picosa

Earlier today my sister and I were passing by dads friends house and we saw this red truck that used to belong to us when we were younger, La Picosa, como le llamabamos. Its funny how we used to love this truck and we were always with my dad. We had so many memories in this truck with all my siblings.

I remeber last year that señor brought the truck to my dad so he could fix it..(cuz my dad is a mechanic)..and my big brother was all excited and he told us that the truck was outside and my hermanillo y yo nos salimos a mirarla. This truck had seen better days, it was really rusty, y estaba bien picada and the handles from the inside were missing and they had a desarmador and some wrench so they could open and close the doors and the windows, pero teniamos la picosa en frente de nosotros. When we used to have it, my dad never let us take food in it and was always taking care of this truck the best way possible, and to us the truck was beautiful cuz it made loud noises because of the mofles and it was reddish marron.

It was nice seeing this truck after so many years, it wasnt in the prettiest condition, but it was just the memories it brought back to us when we saw it that made us smile. I remember we cried when my dad sold this truck, hehe...that was nice.