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Okay, so I haven’t been writing lately. I’ve been a bit consumed. Sure, there’s holiday shopping and parent-teacher conferences and skits at school and enough corporate crap to fertilize Montana… but that’s not really the problem. You see, I got a new truck last week. After 10 years with the “big green truck”, it was time to nudge it gently into retirement and move on. <\/p>\n
The transition resulted in some odd reactions. My 8-year old son was brought to tears at the prospect of me selling “the only truck he’d ever known.” It was really a bit heartbreaking and I seriously considered keeping it for awhile. On other fronts, most every woman I know has now revealed that they never really liked the color of the old truck anyway. I’m not offended by that. I liked the color, probably in part because it was a little “odd”. I’m okay with that. However, I’m bewildered why their opinion was a secret for a decade. These are the same women who would not (and have not) hesitated to tell me that just because two colors co-exist in nature is not a reason why I should be wearing them both on the same day.<\/p>\n
Anyway, so I finally got the new girl last week. It is one “big honkin” truck. Ram Quad Cab 4×4, but most important… it’s got a Hemi. Okay, so it’s partly a marketing gimmick. But damn if it isn’t a kick in the teeth to feel that power flow when you step on the gas. For the first two days I was genetically compelled to make Tim Taylor grunting sounds while driving. The boys and I are busy now “decorating” the new truck with all the appropriate gizmos, gadgets, and accessories befitting my new baby. When we’re done, maybe we’ll start on the Christmas Tree.<\/p>\n