A tale of optimism, denial, despair, acceptance, trust and action. When I last wrote about our truck, Buck, I was in a bit of a state. I knew that he was messed up beyond a simple repair but walking away completely was a bitter pill to swallow. Since we’ve already laid out why I might react this way to an inanimate vehicle, I won’t waste our time here. I found the writing about the collision cathartic: it helped me move on, helped me process the priorities, and helped me let go of him. The 2 weeks required to complete the repair at the North Bay auto repair shop (should insurance decide to repair) certainly didn’t hurt either. Where’s Phil’s Citgo when you need it? I love the truck but waiting around for an additional 2 weeks might be more than I’m willing to invest. Sorry, buddy. By Wednesday we really knew that it was a lost cause, our insurance confirmed it was totaled. Our friends in the Franklin Mot...