Skills.

I love a truck. I learned to drive in a truck. I don’t mean a shiny new leather and chrome king cab with ac and satellite radio. I’m talking about a FARM truck. A little rusty and a lot dusty and smellin’ sweet and funky -- like hay -- dogs rolled in hay. You have to hand crank the window up and down and it squeaks when you do. There’s play in the steering and bounce in the ride ... and better hadn’t figure on the brakes to slow you down. You need shifting skills. You know -- an artful orchestration of the clutch and gearshift.

Whoa 'er down an' stop by Wanderations fer the rest ...