I Love My New Truck, Even Though My Husband Thinks It's His

We were trying very hard to wait one more year before getting another vehicle.  We haven't had a car payment for several years and were having a hard time swallowing the thought of absorbing a payment again. We have three vehicles: his Ford Escape that everyone hates named The Grinch, my Lumina named Dragonlily and an older Ford Ranger named Lil' John as a back up in case one of the other two broke down and could be used until the broke one was fixed.  By the way, my daughter is in charge of naming the vehicles...have no clue where she comes up with some of these names.

My step-son had been borrowing Lil' John to get back and forth to college while he stays at his mom's house since it's not that far from where he is going.  It is bright teal with a red tailgate.  His mom lives in a very urban area so every night he would park it under the streetlight.  With those colors it is an illuminated road cone, you can not possibly miss seeing it.  Except for the nimrod that smashed into the back end and totaled it.  And was uninsured.  Actually, it was her uninsured boyfriend's car.  Her boyfriend's new Dodge Charger who lives five doors down from where my step-son's mom lives.  So the girl backed up and limped the Charger down the street.  Thankfully my step-son wasn't in it.  She hit it so hard that it shot it forward five car lengths and left a trail of pieces everywhere. The truck is a manual and we always park it in 1st gear.  You know how hard it is to move a manual left in gear is?  So our backup is trashed.

Then my car decided to take a dump a week later.  Awesome.  I have had it for roughly 8 years and have traveled through and to many states.  From New York to Virginia and back, twice.  From New York to Wisconsin, twice.  Then when I moved to Indiana from New York.  And a few trips to Wisconsin since I moved.  That car has definitely earned its keep.  So what do we do now?

Get a new truck!  We ended up getting a Dodge Ram.  My head clears the bed by about four inches.  I have to lift myself to get in.  From behind, you can't even see me.  From the side you can't see me. And from the front, I look like "Kilroy was here".  I have to stand on my tiptoes to just touch the center console.  I have to use rock climbing skills to get into the bed.  My husband, on the other hand, just slides right in, you can see him from any angle, he can reach across the cab and open the other door, and he can reach into the bed of the truck without stretching.  Even with the seat almost to the floor, he towers over the steering wheel.  So who fits better in it?  ME!

And so begins whose truck is it.  For all intents and purposes, it is our truck.  For all reality purposes, it's mine!  And I have never done well with sharing.  Learning how to share in kindergarten and all that jazz, yep, I failed on an epic level.  So now we do the shoving match to see who gets to the driver's side first.  Sometimes I think he forgets how nimble I am.  By the time he works his way around, I have entered through the passenger side and climbed across into the driver's seat.  I win! Yay for being little!  

But it's fun messing with each other.  And considering how much this puppy costs each month, looks like we are going to have it for a long while.  Plenty of shoving matches to keep us in shape!

People have told me this is what I look like