Then my ol' man offered to move her there in his truck.
Well! "Hey, you wanna have Papa take your stuff in the F100?"
The college always has teams of students who've moved in early to help with the grunt work. You should have seen these kids when my dad and daughter showed up.
Eager 19-yr-old dude: I'll carry everything in if you let me take that truck for a spin.
My ol' man: chuckle chuckle chuckle nahhhhh I don't think so.
Last year, backing up to the front of the residence building in the Honeybadger was one of those experiences that normal people would be embarrassed by. The thing looks like scrap metal. But we're weird. We love our nasty truck. We don't even really think of it as old. It's only 24 years old. My dad's truck? That's old. Well, most of it. Parts of it are a variety of vintages. Our truck is awesome in a defiant kind of way.
Papa's truck is awesome in... well, every way, pretty much.
Besides being awesome, these two trucks have only one other thing in common: they're both packing a small block Chevy under the hood.
The family that moved in later with a perfect Chevy SS truck with low profile tires and chrome rims? They think it's awesome. We'll let them....
Meanwhile, Bucky was planning his own arrival at school. It's his last year of high school, and he got his G2 licence this summer. He had to drive himself to school today. It's only right.
But he opted not to drive his favourite little VW. He's taking the truck.
BECAUSE IT'S AWESOME.
Faded paint, peeling off the front fender, dents, mismatched rims, rust spots, inadequate exhaust... the thing runs perfectly and stops, so what's the problem here?
Well heck. It only takes 20 minutes to drive to his school from here. I'm sure in that time he won't be deafened. Or get pulled over. Or run out of gas.
STYLE. That's how we do things around here.