Trucks are just so handy
Melody | Sunday, 23 September, 2007 at 9:39 AM Yesterday when I'd successfully packed, taped shut, and labeled something like 6 large boxes, and emptied an entire 5 foot tall bookcase, and gathered several other largeish items I won't need this next week, I experienced a remarkable wave of satisfaction. Looking out the window at where my car is parked, I saw the pickup truck parked behind it, and knew that truck was there for the duration - strictly for my convenience.
Once I'd loaded everything up, driven to my storage unit, unloaded and placed all those items in their new home, I was again thrilled by the sheer handiness of this vehicle.
Now, this morning, another wave of gratitude toward trucks has appeared before me. As we work out the logistics of next weekend's activities, Friend Who Is Also My Temporary Weekend Roomie and I have hit upon a plan. Since she's been living in a town fairly close to my parents, and will be driving a truck full of stuff there and back next weekend, we've just worked out a solution to the logistical challenge that emerged from my dad's request that somebody please come get this motorcycle 'cause he's not interested in storing it anymore. And yes, I know it's nearly 3 months after his request was first issued, but in this case of planning, the apple didn't fall too far from the tree. So while I know he would have liked to have had me move that motorcycle in July when he first mentioned it, I suspect he at least understands the reasons for my delay, too.
Be that as it may, next weekend, my motorcycle - in Only God Knows How Many Parts It Exists - will be coming to me on the back of a truck that would otherwise have been empty. By which time I will have no doubt taken more loads of My Stuff to storage on the back of the other truck that so satisfactorily assisted me last night. And I am thinking once more, "How very handy!"
Maybe my next car should be a truck.
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Trucks used to be strictly the domain of men--until the ladies began finding out about them. Now women just have to have them!
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I myself am a self confessed "truck babe". I love driving a truck. My father and brother have each owned trucks through most of my driving years. Used any and every excuse to borrow their vehicles. I don't know if it's because you sit up higher or the shear power of the truck but I feel cool when I'm behind the wheel. Oh yeah and there's always the convience of being able to haul stuff. Isn't HAUL a cool word?
"Truck Babe" - I love it!!! Like you, most of the trucks in my family have been owned by men. But they let us drive 'em when the time calls for it. In fact, I have a story! (I always, always have a story...)
One time while visiting my parents, I noticed that their little truck was oddly parked in the back yard, on a hill. Turned out it had gotten stuck in mud and nobody had time to get it out so they'd temporarily left it there - no doubt until the mud dried a bit. So somebody (I'm not saying any names,) tried again while I was there, and those wheels just spun, digging in deeper. I said, "Let me try!" and sure enough, you know who got that truck out of the mud. Oh, yea, I'm a truck babe, too, even if I don't have my own.
Ooh, another "family truck" story had me sorta' making fun of a deep south cousin when I was in high school when he said something about "mud slingin'" for fun. So he said to me, "C'mon, then. Let's go for a ride..." I had a total blast and never made fun of his hobbies again.
Haul IS a cool word!
Okay, I have to share this truck story. When my brother first got his license he drove my Dad's truck until he could get a car of his own. It was a very distinct truck because it was a big Chevy that was yellow and white. Well one morning my father was leaving for work and as he was getting in the truck he noticed a folded piece of paper underneath the wiper. He retreived the paper, opened it and started laughing. My mother said "what are you laughing at?" He looked up at her from the drive way and said "someone wants to put tiny little kisses all over my body!". My mother never missing a beat said "obviously a note for your son" and went in the house. Well maybe the story isn't about the truck but it was the cause of the mix up.
Excellent! I'd say the truck features prominently enough...tell any stories you like! :) Thanks for the laugh.