Something about a truck...

There is something about a truck...something about having to use a handle to get in...something about sitting high above everyone else. ..something about having all of that power at your fingertips, power to drive fast, power to pull things, power....something about a truck that gives me an attitude...

I took our truck shopping yesterday to buy a gift (not telling whose or what). When I hop in, it's like I become a different person. I feel "cool" like "look at me, I'm in this awesome truck and you're not!" Then as I'm driving, I'm thinking, "Oh you in your little car, you can't beat me. I'm driving my truck."

I remember when we were dating, Al took me out in his new truck to go muddin' and he let me drive! I was given free reign to drive fast, splash through puddles, skid through mud, anything I could think of I was supposed to do. What an exhilirating experience! I had never driven anything much bigger than my Volkswagon Rabbit before this and certainly not allowed to try and "mess" it up.

Then there are the times that Al helped me move and that "one" couch that my roommate needed moved. What would we have done without the truck?

I remember our first date and locking Al out of his truck while it was still running!

How about when I learned to pull things with the truck? Taking turns wide enough....

Or how about driving through a nearby town and remarking "There's my first truck. That was a good truck."


I know my husband identifies himself somewhat with his truck. I just never knew I did.