I just LOVE my truck. Is that bad…to love a THING so much? think about it tho. It protects me from all the crazies out there (size DOES matter!) It takes me anyplace I want to go and loves doing it…the rowdier the better. It takes me.on adventures to far off places or a calm trip to the familiar. I can sleep my most cozy sleep in it’s bed and don’t wake with a sore back. It sings to me and doesnt laugh when I sing back. It’s red, my favorite color. It’s rock hard, but soft in the places that matter, like where my tushie goes. It carries stuff for me. It holds me up high so I can get a good view of whatever scene it takes me to. It’s big, so it can tell people to “get out of the way!” when I want or need them to…and nobody gives me lip about it. Oh yeah and it shares my views on life (check out the bumperstickers!) And of course, I look FANTASTIC in that truck!
It just doesnt get any better than that. If this love is wrong, dont make me right!