If you had to write your priorities in order of most important to least important, what would it look like? I’m sure like most, mine are family, friends, health, and so on, but after the seemingly obvious, come the unique individual… some where at the top of my list, which is ever changing, Is my truck. Silly right? Materialistic… maybe? overkill? Absolutely. As a homeowner, a dog owner, an outdoor enthusiast, and a Mainer, I’ve always wanted a truck. After my divorce, I decided at some point if and when it made sense I would buy one.
I pictured anything from a beater to a lease, basically whatever I could afford. I started looking, and really loved the F150. My bosses both owned them and I couldn’t get over the interior and how practical they seemed. I mentioned to my boyfriend that I loved the Lariat sport and had made up my mind. He recommended we go test drive them before I got all excited… I hate buying anything this pricey, but I hate it even more when he’s right… I was at work one day when a truck pulled in. It was my dream truck, a Ford Raptor. I thought “nice truck, sucks to be at a body shop”! That’s when the window rolled down and it was my boyfriend… my first thought was “oh, no”… I figured he bought it already. I asked him what he was doing out gallivanting in a beautiful truck like that… he said “I know you wanted the Lariat, but once I saw this, I saw you”. I said “yeah, now who the hell is going to buy it for us”? He said “you are”. He reminded me how bad I wanted a new truck and how hard I’ve worked over the last couple years… he so nonchalantly said “why not”? Like a kid on Christmas Eve, I jumped in and took it for a ride. Of course I loved it, besides a dedicated Ford hater, who wouldn’t? I was torn between loving it, and hating to pay for it… looking at the truck, and his giddy face, it’s now in our garage… barely. Over the last year we bought a new house, and a standard truck will just fit through the garage door… my truck I have to rub down both sides with crisco for it to fit, but it does. The day we pulled it in there he had that man look on his face, the same look a man makes after he ratchet straps something down and says “that’s not going anywhere”… my concern was during the winter when ice and snow would build up. Would I hit my fenders or my roof first?! It turns out… it would be my mirror!
It snowed and rained overnight and I had a dentist appointment to get to. As I was backing out I was watching my roof through my sunroof when I heard the crunch. I thought “I know that wasn’t my roof because I can see it”… I looked out my side view mirror to see it touching my fender… I had a few choice words for myself, but then oddly enough I laughed. It could be the lack of sleep, but the very next thing that crossed my mind was Charleigh. I couldn’t be mad… it was a waste of energy I didn’t have. I just wanted to get to the dentist and get back home to her silly little face. I still love my truck, and aside from the glued on mirror it still looks brand new, years later, but It certainly slid down a few spots on the priorities list now that I’ve experienced true love!.. and a 1,400 dollar mirror (slaps forehead).
