Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the driver of a truck with bags of air
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I'm a city girl. I hate cars and I hate driving, both with a passion. I make fun of people with giant trucks. No one really *needs* that crap. No one.
And then I met a boy. His name is @DanS HJ-45 and he lives on the top of a mountain in Colorado.
Perhaps you see where this is going...
I was living in TN at the time, but I spent the summer of 2020 in CO. I seriously doubted our entire relationship the second this man pulled up at the terminal at DIA in his peeling, faded, green clunker of a beast. Surely this was some kind of joke; I didn't even know how to get into the da$& thing. The seatbelts made weird noises (WTAF), the headlights didn't work, and the check engine light was on. How was it even going to make it home?
But after driving 80 for the summer, including to and around this guy's literal mountaintop property, I began to see the utility in such a vehicle. Shockingly, I declared that I wanted a Cruiser. If I was going to move to CO for this guy, it seemed as though this was a necessary evil.
Of course he was happy to oblige my request. He began discussing trucks with his father and brother, but all that I heard was jargon. "You definitely need a GX." Fine, I thought, that's just some type of Cruiser. Then they started saying numbers (460 vs. 470) and I completely zoned out. Information overload. "Whatever. As long as it's a Cruiser. And as long as you fix it when it breaks." Absolutely not a problem, they said.
I gave him a budget. Funding for my Cruiser needed to come from the sale of my 2013 Hyundai Veloster (long story, don't ask), which was worth about $6k KBB at the time. He said it could be done, no problem, so I placed my trust in this man and set him free.
SPOILER ALERT: I'm still waiting for my Cruiser.
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the driver of a truck with bags of air
--
I'm a city girl. I hate cars and I hate driving, both with a passion. I make fun of people with giant trucks. No one really *needs* that crap. No one.
And then I met a boy. His name is @DanS HJ-45 and he lives on the top of a mountain in Colorado.
Perhaps you see where this is going...
I was living in TN at the time, but I spent the summer of 2020 in CO. I seriously doubted our entire relationship the second this man pulled up at the terminal at DIA in his peeling, faded, green clunker of a beast. Surely this was some kind of joke; I didn't even know how to get into the da$& thing. The seatbelts made weird noises (WTAF), the headlights didn't work, and the check engine light was on. How was it even going to make it home?
But after driving 80 for the summer, including to and around this guy's literal mountaintop property, I began to see the utility in such a vehicle. Shockingly, I declared that I wanted a Cruiser. If I was going to move to CO for this guy, it seemed as though this was a necessary evil.
Of course he was happy to oblige my request. He began discussing trucks with his father and brother, but all that I heard was jargon. "You definitely need a GX." Fine, I thought, that's just some type of Cruiser. Then they started saying numbers (460 vs. 470) and I completely zoned out. Information overload. "Whatever. As long as it's a Cruiser. And as long as you fix it when it breaks." Absolutely not a problem, they said.
I gave him a budget. Funding for my Cruiser needed to come from the sale of my 2013 Hyundai Veloster (long story, don't ask), which was worth about $6k KBB at the time. He said it could be done, no problem, so I placed my trust in this man and set him free.
SPOILER ALERT: I'm still waiting for my Cruiser.