Farewell SuzyH

Suzy H: 1988 to February 28, 2007


I know it sounds kinda dumb to be broken up over a 19-year-old rotting Ford F150 truck but honestly, there's a good chance it will be my only namesake. My dad first bought the truck when I was 10 years old. It was shiny blue ALL-OVER (not three-toned as in later years) and it was the pride of the farm. My memory isn't that clear but I'm sure I got to spin it around a bit in the beginning if only up and down the laneway.

My first true driving experience began in grade 9 when I was a mere 14 and bored with my girlfriend. We decided to take it up and down the side roads for an hour or so but I didn't realize at the time that she ran on 4 tanks -two gas and two natural gas. The natural gas didn't last so long and almost ran out. My older brother took the heat and didn't rat me out -- or did he? I can't really remember... Below is a list of my favourite truck memories.

Memorable Experiences:

• Hitching it up to the camper and heading to the Pinery every summer. Some nights sleeping in the cab when the rain got heavy and my sleeping bag was soaked.
• Piling six or more friends into the back, covering them with blankets and sneaking into the Mustang drive-in (we also pulled this trick with Amy's matching red Ford).
• Showing up late for high school because Jim decided we'd try and make some cash by pulling helpless drivers out of snow-ditches with a chain.
• Spinning into the snowbank myself more than once.
• Getting my first speeding ticket at 16 and balling in front of my 13-year-old brother.
• Getting another ticket for faulty alignment at 22.
• Driving through Western campus with limited rear vision due to a full load of potted Christmas trees, buckets of woodchips and shovels.
• Making Craig drive it home from Robbyn's house in Westmount cause I was busy puking out the window.
• The Save Tamagami bumper sticker.
• Dad's eclectic mixed tape collection.

She will be sadly missed by all. Thanks for the many great years.