Truck Descriptive Writing

I awoke to the familiar sound of squeaking and rattling just in time to see my uncle take a wide and calculated right turn into 119th street. As we began to ascend the steep gravel road, the truck began to tremble as my uncle struggled to keep the clutch from slipping. When we finally reached the top, the smell of burnt clutch filled my lungs. I opened the window to get a fresh breath, but the burst of piercing December air made me shut the window as fast as my stiffened body would allow. To this day I’m not sure why my uncle trusted his rusted black 1971 chevy truck, it was practically crumbling apart. But we had to rely on that truck every day for the drive to work through the pitch-black 14 mile ride through the pothole filled back-roads; riddled with patches of ice. In the distance, a mix of red, green, and blue dots illuminated through the thick, smoky fog. We cautiously inched our way towards the flickering specks relying on truck’s dim yellow headlights to guide us. With every sway of the truck, the lights began to clear. I could distinguish that the lights lined the roof of a muddy trailer with a small window in the side. The lights continued around an unfamiliar group of letters that eventually would be embroiled in my head: Holiday Tree Farms Inc. …show more content…
We pulled up to a gravel parking lot. As I got off, I heard the sound of crackling under my feet from the freshly crystallized morning dew. Walking towards the colorfully lighted trailer I noticed frozen puddles, and curiosity eventually got the best of me. I leaped onto a puddle already imagining the feeling of the shattered ice beneath me, but all I succeeded was slipping on the solid chunk of ice. Embarrased, I picked myself up hoping that the dark of night had hidden my clumsy behavior. At least my blushing cheeks had returned some warmth back to my