The whole time I was growing up, there was one thing that I constantly wanted and still want to this day. I have always wanted a truck. When I was younger, my dad had a tan Ford Ranger. That Ranger was to be my truck when I turned 16 and was old enough to drive. I had made plans to paint it a pink camo pattern so I always would know that the truck was mine. How often do you see a pink camo Ford Ranger driving down the street? I think never!
Well when I woke up one morning and the truck was no longer parked in the drive way. I was devastated to hear that my truck that I wanted, was no longer mine and was probably half way to Mexico by the time I had found out about the theft. Now I don't want you to think I am stereotyping here, the truck was actually found in Mexico about two weeks later. My hopes were all in that truck. I really wanted to drive a truck of my own for my first car.No I did get to drive a car when I turned 16, but it was not a truck however. It was a small, white car. I fell in love with that vehicle and was over the whole truck thing.
Well, when I went to go see my father for the first time, my biological one, I fell in love with trucks again. My father had a bad ass lifted Dodge diesel truck. Don't ask me the type of Dodge because I have no clue but it was still cool. When I drove it, I was addicted. It was like a drug flowing through my veins. You are feet above all others and feel like you can see everything. You feel like people wont screw with you or cut you off in a truck like that. I felt the power surging through my veins.
When I came back home and drove around in my little Ford Escort, I realized that I am not a car person. I am a truck girl at heart and when I can afford one, that will be my first new vehicle of choice.
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