Still standing, still waiting, still full of stories.
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I found this old truck sitting by the roadside, looking like it had been waiting for me all these years. It had that expression of “Well, it’s about time someone noticed me!” But let me tell you, photographing the truck was like trying to get a stubborn old farmer to smile for a family portrait.
From the left side, it looked grumpy, at the back, it gave me the “don’t you dare” glare.
Finally, I found this angle—where the truck seems to be leaning against the old building, catching its breath, and saying, "I’ve seen more miles than your old Mazda ever dreamed of, so hurry up and take the picture before I rust into the pavement!"
Generally, life is good.
