When I bought my truck 9 years ago I knew it would not be the best 'family' vehicle. But I loved the way it looked and had absolutely no prospects of a relationship in the near future so it didn't really matter. How was I supposed to know I was going to meet Stephanie later that year?
Anyway, back on topic. Truck has been great. I have never had any major problems with him and have loved every minute of owning him. (Yes, Truck is a he.) I had always wanted a truck. Growing up I didn't have a car until my senior year in high school and the only reason I got a car then was because the insurance company told my parents that their car was totaled so my dad bought a new one. Allstate then changed their mind and fixed the old one. Voila! Three-Car-Family.
I loved that Sunbird. Four cylinders of mid-sized sedan goodness. We put 177,000 miles on it and my dad got $1000 when he traded it in 1997. Not bad since he only paid about $9000 for it new in 1989.
After the Sunbird went to greener pastures, my parent's 1995 Beretta became mine. Now this was a different animal. Red paint, two doors and six cylinders got me into a lot of trouble over the years.
In 2002, I traded in the Beretta on Truck. The first vehicle I ever picked out for myself. Black paint and four-wheel drive. Fantastic. I am going to be very sad to see it go. In fact, I have held onto it longer than some in my family *ahem* Steph *ahem* would have liked.
I have loved different things about all three of these vehicles. If only there was a way to keep them all with me...
So to recap:
White Four-door Pontiac
Red Two-door Chevy Car
Black Four-door Chevy Truck
That only leaves one option.
Black Four-door Chevy Car
