I am not sure why but I have always felt a certain connection to most of my vehicles. They tend to be my worst enemies or a great friend.
This truck made me think for a long time to figure out what our relationship was going to be. It took me a few years to understand it's personality. Past vehicles have been clear wild children or temperamental a-holes or cocky over achievers.
This truck was different. It wasn't really anything for a long time. It was just...there. It didn't do anything exciting but it wasn't boring. It never really fought me and never really asked a whole lot in return.
About a year ago, I finally figured it out. This truck is loyal - it's calm, wise, and ready to go when I am. It takes its job seriously to make sure that I get to where I need to be or want to go. It keeps my family safe when we all travel together. It doesn't do it with a lot of flash or drama. It doesn't ask for recognition. It just goes.
|First day home|
Before this truck, I came from a temperamental wild child that loved to play hard and go fast but it was always in need of attention. After my wife I were married, I knew a family was inevitable and that car just wasn't ready for that job. When I traded her in for this truck, I found myself wanting it to be everything my old car was at the same time as being everything that it actually was. Fast forward five years later and I realize that it never was going to be that...it was just going to be what it is.
And I love that.
This truck has seen me through some major milestones in life - most notably, the day that my wife and I drove our first child home from the hospital. I can't believe how nervous I was driving him. He seemed so fragile and I was terrified that I might break him. Every bump I hit, I cringed. Every time I hit the throttle or applied the brake, I hoped for the smoothest reaction from the truck. I have never driven under the speed limit intentionally. On that day, I think the closest I came to hitting the speed limit was ten miles an hour under. To this day, it still takes its role seriously as a child transporter.
It has been there when I needed it to get somewhere fast. Back in 2013, you may remember my story about the scariest moment of my life. On that day, more than ever, I needed that truck to tap into into it's inner racecar and get me to the hospital to be with my wife and son who had just been in an accident. Despite being loaded to the max with two kayaks, a passenger, and more fishing gear than I care to admit, it got be there faster than I ever thought possible.
It's also taken me on so many adventures like a marathon drive in the middle of winter to the southern stretches of Florida and then to the smokey mountains and back home through a blizzard of epic proportions just so I could fish the ocean and a tiny mountain stream.
There are so many more memories that I could write about, but if you scroll through this blog, you can read about many of them. Others are between my truck, myself, and those that shared them with us.
Truth be told, I have never had any one vehicle for as long as I have had this truck. While it's personality isn't exciting, I know I can trust it. I know it will be there. This milestone isn't the marking of the end. Instead, it's the mark of many more to come.
Let's do this