Dazzlin’ Doris

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Bryce Angell – The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I’m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.

My Chevy truck had been with me since 1989. She’d worn a little haggard, but was paid for. She was mine.

My good wife named her Doris. Seemed a strange name for a truck. But Doris was dependable and never gave bad luck.

I could load her up with gravel, in the summer haul the hay. We’d hauled more loads of firewood than I ever cared to say.

Her seats were torn and sunken in, right where I set my rear. Old Doris needed TLC. That never was more clear.

One August afternoon when the sun was beating down. I was thirsty as a cactus so I drove on into town.

I must have been an eye-blink from a soda fountain stool, when Mosey Moe came driving in his BMW.

Mosey always figured he was better than the rest. When Mosey opened up his mouth your patience was a test.

He waved, then gave a belly laugh, “Your truck looks all worn out.” I half smiled then admitted, “She’s had better days, no doubt.”

Well, Doris got her feelings hurt. Her engine wouldn’t start. So the Mrs. towed us home. I swear it almost broke my heart.

We started with a tune-up and then we sprayed the engine clean. We were gonna change our Doris to a well-maintained machine.

I drove to Harlan’s Wrecking Yard and found a matching seat. I talked him down on tires and rims—a deal you couldn’t beat.

We sanded, blasted, filled the holes, and pounded out the dents. A coat of paint, a new windshield and blew out all the vents.

Old Doris was a beauty. You could hear her motor purr. The rhythm sounded like we’d hired an auto connoisseur.

It must have been a week or two while driving down the road, I saw a broke-down Beamer with its driver, Mosey Moe.

So, I asked ole Mosey if he might just need a tow today? He looked down at his loafers, didn’t have a word to say.

I hooked my weathered tow rope to his BMW. Then Doris pulled to town and dragged down Main a few times, too.

Doris held her hood up high when she dropped ‘em off in town. Ain’t it kinda funny how Karma turns the tables ‘round.

— Bryce Angell