{"id":27047,"date":"2020-04-01T15:30:18","date_gmt":"2020-04-01T19:30:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/?p=27047"},"modified":"2020-04-01T15:30:18","modified_gmt":"2020-04-01T19:30:18","slug":"the-first-and-last-times","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/2020\/04\/poetry-in-motion\/the-first-and-last-times\/","title":{"rendered":"The First and Last Times"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"AprilPoem1\"<\/a>Some of us in this trucking industry tend to have a sentimental soft spot for certain trucks we\u2019ve had. We may even give them names or refer to them as if they\u2019re a person. I have been moved to tears when it was time for me to walk away from a truck I loved. Sometimes, when I see old trucks dying in a field or a scrapyard, I consider how excited someone must\u2019ve been the day they got that truck new \u2013 that first time they got to swing open the door of their brand new ride and hit the streets with pride. Then, they may have spent many years (or even decades) relying on each other, man and machine, in a dynamic relationship that becomes difficult to sever. Time passes by, and at some point, the driver will swing that door closed for the last time. The truck may find itself in the graveyard, fading away, never to roll again. Recently, I visited the yard at Pistoresi in Toppenish, Washington, while searching for some parts. This is a company rich in history and generations deep in trucking. Some of their old cabovers were lined up in a row, like a big rig grave site, so I snapped a few pics and asked if there were any photos available of any of their trucks when they were young and beautiful. I\u2019d like to thank Brennen Ramirez and Matt Pistoresi at Pistoresi & Sons for letting me look around at these old relics and sharing some pictures of James Pistoresi and some of his trusty cabovers in the Nello Pistoresi fleet several decades ago (Matt is the grandson of James and the great grandson of Nello Pistoresi). I hope you enjoy this poem about revisiting an old truck and recalling the years spent together \u2013 from the first time the door was swung open to the last time it was slammed shut.<\/p>\n

SWINGIN\u2019 DOORS<\/strong>
\n By Trevor Hardwick<\/strong><\/p>\n

I remember way back when,\"AprilPoem2\"<\/a>
\nYou were young and I was thin.
\nLots of things have changed since then,
\nAnd now we\u2019re changing too.<\/p>\n

The first time that I swung your door,
\nI never wanted nuthin\u2019 more.
\nMakin\u2019 trips from shore to shore,
\nAlone, just me and you.<\/p>\n

City streets and traffic jams,
\nMountain passes, prairie lands.
\nEverglades to desert sands,
\nOr anywhere we\u2019d be.<\/p>\n

I recall the summer nights,\"AprilPoem3\"<\/a>
\nYou were all adorned in lights.
\nWinter roads were dressed in white,
\nAnd you were there for me.<\/p>\n

All that weight upon your back,
\nPushin\u2019 fumes out of your stacks.
\nI sure gave you lots of flack,
\nBut you have served me well.<\/p>\n

And now you\u2019re out here sitting still,
\nWith broken glass and a missing grill.
\nOut to pasture on a hill,
\nI\u2019ve come to say farewell.<\/p>\n

I see my name upon your door,\"AprilPoem4\"<\/a>
\nI see my footprints on your floor.
\nI don\u2019t know what these tears are for,
\nIt\u2019s just hard to let you go.<\/p>\n

A couple million miles or more,
\nSince I first opened up your door.
\nAnd now I\u2019ll swing it just once more,
\nAnd hang my head down low.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Some of us in this trucking industry tend to have a sentimental soft spot for certain trucks we\u2019ve had. We may even give them names or refer to them as if they\u2019re a person. I have been moved to tears when it was time for me to walk away from a truck I loved. Sometimes,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":27048,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-27047","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-poetry-in-motion"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27047","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27047"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27047\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27052,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27047\/revisions\/27052"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/27048"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27047"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27047"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27047"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}