From the posthumously-released Warren Zevon album “Preludes” (yes, it's supposed to end abruptly):
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The local weather's fine, and this afternoon I'm finally getting a ride in the storied-but-seldom-seen 1941 Studebaker pickup truck that my pal Roy bought several years ago. (Crucial differences between Roy's Studebaker and Zevon's titular Studebaker: it's a truck, not a car; and although Roy has poured obscene amounts of money into it, by all accounts it runs pretty well, although it takes a few minutes to warm up first thing in the morning. But don't we all.)
Photos later, maybe.