There was a time, and there is now.
There is a sameness, and there is a difference. As humans, we're all the same in some ways, and we're all different in some ways.
I have a few little secrets I keep; I have a few things I'm not afraid to talk about.
One thing I'm not afraid to talk about is that I know what $40K in credit card debt looks like, and I know what it feels like to mail off that last payment and feel free from it all. It was an amazing feeling, and when I opened the envelope the following month, I took a picture of the statement where it said "Due: $0.00."
Don't look at me like that, I also know without a doubt what it was like wading into that $40K, and I'll never do it again.
That know-it-all-guy just walked in here and asked me if I'd "already given up the monster truck."
I'll be honest, I was a teensy bit puzzled. When I think of "monster truck," I think of the big, serious, massive, six-foot-tires, jumpin' over cars Monster Trucks. Maybe something like that new commercial for washing machines where the guy drives one across the top of a row of machines. Maybe those shows they have alongside the car show every year. Maybe, possibly, something like that Suzuki Samurai with the big fat knobby tires. Maybe.
My first response was a no-brainer. "Do what?" I think "Do what?" may be the wordy replacement for "Huh?"
"Well, the white Lincoln's back out there, did ya already get rid of that silver truck?" Oh. The Excursion. Once I figured that out, I mentioned that the Mark 8 gets about twice the gas mileage so I've been switchin' off every once in a while.
His turn to make the puzzled face, he says "Oh, so you're going to have both?"
I just nodded and went back to the PC without saying anything else.
Yeah, actually, I'm gonna have all three; the SHO, the Mark 8, and the Big Silver Monster Truck, four or five if you count the Hearse and/or the ol' Outlaw Stock Camaro, and I don't really understand why people think that's so odd. It's always good to have a truck around, ain't it? Ask anybody who's ever had to try and borrow one from somebody else -- now, if I want to move something or haul something, I just pop that third-row seat out and cram whatever I want in there, whenever I want to. I don't have to wait for anybody else to make time for me, and I don't have to struggle with starting the ol' diesel Racin' Ambulance in the cold.
While I'm on that topic, that third-row seat is sooooooo much easier to deal with than the one in that Windstar that I had for a while. The third-row seat in the Excursion has wheels on it, so once it's un-latched and rocked forward, it just rolls right out -- get it to the ground and it'll roll right over into the corner of the garage. Handy. As. Can. Be.
The charge on my card for the Excursion would not even come close to a reasonable tip on that dollar amount that I mentioned earlier. It was such a cheap deal, seriously cheap, I'm talkin' cheaper than a new 17" MacBook Pro... I know my interest rates, I've planned my payments, everything'll be alright. Why'd I do it? Because I wanted to. Because I can. There was a time when I couldn't do that, but now, I can, so I did.
Don't get me wrong, it's still the first thing for sale, first for-profit offer can drive it home, I just wanna christen it with a road trip first. The SHO's been with me too long to let go, the $300 Mark 8 was a Birthday Present so selling it would be just tacky. For right now, yeah, I'm keepin' all three.
I'll talk cars with just about anybody, but that know-it-all-guy can just bite me.
Y'all wanna hear about that lady who tried to get me kicked outta the Monster Truck Rally??
;) More later... _\,,/
I have a few little secrets I keep; I have a few things I'm not afraid to talk about.
One thing I'm not afraid to talk about is that I know what $40K in credit card debt looks like, and I know what it feels like to mail off that last payment and feel free from it all. It was an amazing feeling, and when I opened the envelope the following month, I took a picture of the statement where it said "Due: $0.00."
Don't look at me like that, I also know without a doubt what it was like wading into that $40K, and I'll never do it again.
That know-it-all-guy just walked in here and asked me if I'd "already given up the monster truck."
I'll be honest, I was a teensy bit puzzled. When I think of "monster truck," I think of the big, serious, massive, six-foot-tires, jumpin' over cars Monster Trucks. Maybe something like that new commercial for washing machines where the guy drives one across the top of a row of machines. Maybe those shows they have alongside the car show every year. Maybe, possibly, something like that Suzuki Samurai with the big fat knobby tires. Maybe.
My first response was a no-brainer. "Do what?" I think "Do what?" may be the wordy replacement for "Huh?"
"Well, the white Lincoln's back out there, did ya already get rid of that silver truck?" Oh. The Excursion. Once I figured that out, I mentioned that the Mark 8 gets about twice the gas mileage so I've been switchin' off every once in a while.
His turn to make the puzzled face, he says "Oh, so you're going to have both?"
I just nodded and went back to the PC without saying anything else.
Yeah, actually, I'm gonna have all three; the SHO, the Mark 8, and the Big Silver Monster Truck, four or five if you count the Hearse and/or the ol' Outlaw Stock Camaro, and I don't really understand why people think that's so odd. It's always good to have a truck around, ain't it? Ask anybody who's ever had to try and borrow one from somebody else -- now, if I want to move something or haul something, I just pop that third-row seat out and cram whatever I want in there, whenever I want to. I don't have to wait for anybody else to make time for me, and I don't have to struggle with starting the ol' diesel Racin' Ambulance in the cold.
While I'm on that topic, that third-row seat is sooooooo much easier to deal with than the one in that Windstar that I had for a while. The third-row seat in the Excursion has wheels on it, so once it's un-latched and rocked forward, it just rolls right out -- get it to the ground and it'll roll right over into the corner of the garage. Handy. As. Can. Be.
The charge on my card for the Excursion would not even come close to a reasonable tip on that dollar amount that I mentioned earlier. It was such a cheap deal, seriously cheap, I'm talkin' cheaper than a new 17" MacBook Pro... I know my interest rates, I've planned my payments, everything'll be alright. Why'd I do it? Because I wanted to. Because I can. There was a time when I couldn't do that, but now, I can, so I did.
Don't get me wrong, it's still the first thing for sale, first for-profit offer can drive it home, I just wanna christen it with a road trip first. The SHO's been with me too long to let go, the $300 Mark 8 was a Birthday Present so selling it would be just tacky. For right now, yeah, I'm keepin' all three.
I'll talk cars with just about anybody, but that know-it-all-guy can just bite me.
Y'all wanna hear about that lady who tried to get me kicked outta the Monster Truck Rally??
;) More later... _\,,/
Labels: I Love Me Some Cars, Oddities, Ranting, Small Town Magic
posted by Debbie at 11:18 AM
2 Comments:
What about that lady that tried to get your kicked out of the monster truck rally? How about Roberta? Oh, wait that was what we were talking about when she wanted to have us kicked out!! Love ya!! Miss ya! See ya in a month!
Let's hear about almost gettin' kicked outta the monster truck rally! Was her name Roberta? Oh wait, that's what we were talkin' about that she wanted us kicked out for! Love ya! Miss ya! See ya in a month!
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