A nice post about Truck and my favorite painting, the one I also sang about in “Indiana.”
My next book (no title yet, earliest it will be out is August 2012) is much more focused on a man named Tom than it is on me or my family. But anyone who read Truck knows I have a soft spot for pickup trucks and girls, so here’s an excerpt from the current draft in which I am accompanied by my then 3-year-old, who is resolutely sucking her thumb as we hammer down the backroads:
Jane and I are on our way to visit Tom Hartwig. He’s going to cut and bend some steel for me. Normally the truck would be rolling on blacktop, but crews are resurfacing and reshaping the curves along this stretch of county road, so they have chomped and removed the asphalt. Gravel rattles in the wheel wells, and a whorl of dust spins from beneath the back bumper to drift in our wake. It’s good to drive a dirt road, especially in a pickup truck. You get a whole different feel coming up through the wheel. There’s a little give, a little float to the curves. You feel like maybe life is more liveable when everything doesn’t have to be all double-yellow perfect. Given time and good spirits in the company of a child I believe you should converse with that child, but right now Jane’s thumb is well-planted and furthermore I can cultivate in her worse habits than the love of watching farm fields slide past an open truck window to the tune of yesteryear’s country music legends, so I punch the radio button and dial up Moose Country 106.7. I do my best to raise my children right, but some lessons are best imparted by ladies, specifically among them Patsy, Tammy, Loretta, and even – especially – Dolly.
As we’ve been saying, on Saturday night the Long Beds played on the International stage (thanks, George!):
The view from inside the venue:
There were some sweet red tractors there as well. And I signed a lot of these.
The event was in support of these folks.
Used that ’51 International last night. Had a four-year-old ridin’ co-pilot.
While down in the pole barn digging corn cobs out of the bed of my frozen truck at the crack of yesterday’s below-zero dawn, it struck me that a warmer truck post might be in order.
Hoping they’ve weathered the cyclone.
I met Ryan once, when he helped me lug some sound gear into the library in Eagle River, Wisconsin. I didn’t know him, I just picked him out of the audience because he looked like he could lug things.
Looks like life and work will preclude me traveling to this one, but I’m going to try and set up a Skype…want to do whatever I can to join this group, even if it be in a virtual state.
If I did drive the ol’ Binder down there, I’d probably need three days, two barrels of oil, and three sets of tools…
This post is in response to a request from Brendon over there on the Facebook page:
Hey Mike, where can I find a copy of that reading you read at the Eau Claire Bon Iver concert? It seems like pieces of it are in Truck, but I’m pretty sure it’s not the same … Afterall, gun deer’s right around the corner.
OK, Brendon, her goes (and yah, there are some riffs from Truck and elsewhere): (more…)
Just got an email from a reader who writes:
i just finished Truck. i came across it accidentally at the library while looking for books on anti-lock brakes. go figure, huh. but what a grand stroke of luck.
And a grand stroke a luck for me as well. Because as I wrote here, it’s not the first time my Truck has been stuck where you might least expect it.
I’ve done several posts about the 2009 Red Power Parade (perhaps because I got to be grand marshal of a parade consisting of nothing but International Harvesters…surely a Top Ten country boy moment) (as a result of this book), and here’s another one inspired by an email I just received from Jean Cointe, an International Harvester dealer and aficionado from France. Seems Jean was clearing out his digital camera and found these two photos:
Fearless leader “Other Mike” reviews the parade route.
You may be the Grand Marshal, but when the Scout runs dry halfway through the parade, you will bail out and push just like everybody else!