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February 27, 2006
Keep on truckin'
My dad is a crazy man. The time has come for him to get a new car, because he got fucked over by his old employer (though I guess they are not technically employers, that's not really important) and now is working in scenic Logan and also apparently Columbus. Logan's about a 20 mile drive, and Columbus is maybe 30. So he'll have to drive everywhere, as opposed to his latest fad of riding his bike to work.
Now, for about the past nine years he's been driving a green Chevy Suburban, which is an absolute dream to drive. Not really. It's akin to driving an aircraft carrier, and sounds like one when it's going at full speed. It's an impossibly large car, but is very comfortable for traveling. A person can literally lay across a row of seats and sleep like it's a bed. We had some great family trips in that car, and I think it would be tops to drive 'round the country in a car like that with my own family some day. But it is NOT great to drive around to work, because it has over 100,000 miles on it and is starting to break down. Also, it smells pretty nasty.
So my mom and dad are out shopping for cars. My dad really, really wanted to get a pick up truck. A red one. With a gun rack. Apparently he and his colleagues sit around and talk about how they all want to get pick ups. I said this was a bad idea, and so did my mom. She forbade him to get a cap for the truck, because he would fill the bed up with junk. And if you know my family, you know we LOVE to keep junk. Apparently he also floated the idea of toting Simon around in the back of the truck, too.
Lo and behold, they looked at pick up trucks yesterday, and now he doesn't want one. All the cheap ones are, well, cheap. All the pimped out ones are more expensive than regular cars, and get worse gas mileage too. So now he is looking at yet another SUV, and I am told the new RAV 4 is the current favorite, as is the Subaru Tribeca.
But can I just say I am glad he doesn't want a pick up? Whenever I think of pick up truck drivers, the image that always pops in my head is of the guy who tailgates you at 75 mph, chews tobacco and flips his truck over when there's half an inch of snow because he doesn't know how to drive in snow. Hell, I would prefer a Hummer H2 over a pick up truck. (Okay... probably not.)
Posted by oz115 at February 27, 2006 12:32 AM
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He first wanted a pickup with a gun rack, and now he's seriously considering a RAV 4 or a Tribeca? Quite an open-minded guy!
Posted by: Pete at February 27, 2006 09:40 AM
That story totally reminds me of Wayne's World when Wayne's ex-girlfriend bought him a gun rack:
"A gun rack... a gun rack. I don't even own *a* gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do... with a gun rack?"
Posted by: Stat Boy at February 27, 2006 11:52 AM
Wow, like father like son... thats all i have to say.
Dan... wherre the modda fudda itenary!?
Posted by: Lady Christy at March 1, 2006 03:48 PM