BUT I LOVE MY NASTY OL GMC!
I turn left, away from the Ford dealership with its line up of gorgeous new machines, onto the highway and blast up the hill with my arm out the window, dressed in my Receptionist Clothes, which I really had to dig for, and I think to myself what a bitchin' ride I got here.
One hubcab missing, paint flaking off the front fender, rodeo bumper stickers and all.
Step my purty high heeled shoe into the pedal.
She goes just as well, if not better, with a boot holding that pedal down.
I seriously never want to get rid of this truck. Even when I finally do get a shiny new one or more likely a shiny "new" one, I want to keep the old Mothertrucker. It's my farm truck. I can easily get 35 hay bales in the box. It used to be shiny. Twice. It was shiny 22 years ago when it was new, and it was seven years ago when it got a paint job. It's just gnarly looking now. It's been weathered. I love it.
This is the longest I've kept a vehicle of my own.
So it's lasted this far.
I loooooooove my bitchin' nasty, paid-for, basically functional, 8 cylinder, X cab, long box, gnarly ol' truck.