- Joined
- Jul 22, 2017
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- Location
- York, Pennsylvania
- Ram Year
- 2014 1500 Laramie 4x4 QC, 3.21 rear, 8-speed
- Engine
- 5.7L Hemi
It’s that time of year in Pennsylvania where the roads aren’t paved, they’re brined. You pull onto Route Whatever and immediately your truck starts aging like milk. The salt hits the undercarriage and the check engine light blinks like “I just wanna go home.”
You crack the window and it smells like the Atlantic Ocean had a fight with a snowplow. Your tires sound crunchy, your brakes scream, and somewhere underneath you can hear rust forming in real time like Rice Krispies. By the time you reach your destination, your truck’s resale value has dropped another 15%, your exhaust has developed trust issues, and your once black truck is now Pennsylvania White. You don’t wash it because what’s the point, it’ll be re-salted before you finish backing out.
This isn’t winter maintenance, it’s a slow, state sanctioned sacrifice. Welcome to the Commonwealth, where the roads are salty, the vehicles are temporary, and we all just accept it like “yeah… that’s fair.”
*Posted here only because a 4th gen is what I have,
and this is what goes on every Winter.
You crack the window and it smells like the Atlantic Ocean had a fight with a snowplow. Your tires sound crunchy, your brakes scream, and somewhere underneath you can hear rust forming in real time like Rice Krispies. By the time you reach your destination, your truck’s resale value has dropped another 15%, your exhaust has developed trust issues, and your once black truck is now Pennsylvania White. You don’t wash it because what’s the point, it’ll be re-salted before you finish backing out.
This isn’t winter maintenance, it’s a slow, state sanctioned sacrifice. Welcome to the Commonwealth, where the roads are salty, the vehicles are temporary, and we all just accept it like “yeah… that’s fair.”
*Posted here only because a 4th gen is what I have,
and this is what goes on every Winter.