Truck Fetish
I have always wanted to own a truck. I don’t know exactly why, but it always seemed like something that would come in handy.
Many have discouraged me over the years, and I succumbed every time, particularly when it came time to purchase a new automobile a few years back. My first choice became a Honda – I was influenced by a relative and it has actually been one of my best decisions, considering the fact that I have faced some pretty heavy commutes. Great on gas, I can get from here (Vallejo) to Los Angeles on one tank of gas or about 10 gallons providing traffic is light to moderate. I can fit in small parking spaces, and generally my Civic is generally a fairly feminine car. I don’t mean that men who drive one are pansies or anything like that at all. But as far as macho cars go, I’d say the Civic lands somewhere in the bottom of the pile.
Trucks have always held some level intrigue for me. Once I learned that most of them have a lot of power, I really wanted one. Ever see those fools on the highway, rain, shine, blizzard, tornado, hurricane flying by you in their pickup trucks? If I had eight cylinders, there’s no telling what I’d do in it, truth be told. I would probably have a truck tool box full of speeding tickets, parking tickets, you name it.
The other great thing about trucks is that they have gone luxury on us. Ever been in the cab of one of those larger trucks? Comfortable, great sound systems, you name it and you can have it. Plus you get to haul your trash, buy big pieces of furniture from garage sales or furniture stores and never have to worry how you’re going to get your treasure home. Yes. Me in a truck. I’m getting even more attached to the idea except…
You’re probably wondering what’s wrong. Those ‘what’s a little lady like you doing in that big old truck, you can’t handle that’ comments just popped up in my head. I remember renting a truck and a companion was amazed that I could handle it. Either he’s an idiot or I really do come off like the damsel in distress. Whatever the case, I have a confession to make. Although my heart yearns to own a big, curb-hogging eight-cylinder truck, I really just want to keep my Civic until I can afford a Mercedes or an Infinity. If I ever have some extra cash lying around, then I’ll spring for one. My first priority is a much faster car than the one that I have, but not necessarily more bulky. It’s a tough decision, isn’t it? And trucks seem to cover a broad range of automobile types according to Car and Driver Magazine: Ford F-150, Honda Pilot, Cadillac SRX, Subaru Forester, Honda Odyssey. Who knew? I certainly did not. Well, I’m finished now, I’m going to do some more research on these trucks.
Chandra Adams
Author
Shades of Retribution
www.AdrolitePress.com
www.ChandraAdams.com
www.NorthBayMediaReview.com
Many have discouraged me over the years, and I succumbed every time, particularly when it came time to purchase a new automobile a few years back. My first choice became a Honda – I was influenced by a relative and it has actually been one of my best decisions, considering the fact that I have faced some pretty heavy commutes. Great on gas, I can get from here (Vallejo) to Los Angeles on one tank of gas or about 10 gallons providing traffic is light to moderate. I can fit in small parking spaces, and generally my Civic is generally a fairly feminine car. I don’t mean that men who drive one are pansies or anything like that at all. But as far as macho cars go, I’d say the Civic lands somewhere in the bottom of the pile.
Trucks have always held some level intrigue for me. Once I learned that most of them have a lot of power, I really wanted one. Ever see those fools on the highway, rain, shine, blizzard, tornado, hurricane flying by you in their pickup trucks? If I had eight cylinders, there’s no telling what I’d do in it, truth be told. I would probably have a truck tool box full of speeding tickets, parking tickets, you name it.
The other great thing about trucks is that they have gone luxury on us. Ever been in the cab of one of those larger trucks? Comfortable, great sound systems, you name it and you can have it. Plus you get to haul your trash, buy big pieces of furniture from garage sales or furniture stores and never have to worry how you’re going to get your treasure home. Yes. Me in a truck. I’m getting even more attached to the idea except…
You’re probably wondering what’s wrong. Those ‘what’s a little lady like you doing in that big old truck, you can’t handle that’ comments just popped up in my head. I remember renting a truck and a companion was amazed that I could handle it. Either he’s an idiot or I really do come off like the damsel in distress. Whatever the case, I have a confession to make. Although my heart yearns to own a big, curb-hogging eight-cylinder truck, I really just want to keep my Civic until I can afford a Mercedes or an Infinity. If I ever have some extra cash lying around, then I’ll spring for one. My first priority is a much faster car than the one that I have, but not necessarily more bulky. It’s a tough decision, isn’t it? And trucks seem to cover a broad range of automobile types according to Car and Driver Magazine: Ford F-150, Honda Pilot, Cadillac SRX, Subaru Forester, Honda Odyssey. Who knew? I certainly did not. Well, I’m finished now, I’m going to do some more research on these trucks.
Chandra Adams
Author
Shades of Retribution
www.AdrolitePress.com
www.ChandraAdams.com
www.NorthBayMediaReview.com
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