Have I ever shared with you that my favorite car is an old vintage truck?
Mmmm hmmm.
Now, I am not typically wowed by any car. I mean, drive a Honda, drive a V-dubbya, drive a '98 cadillac; I don't really give a hoo-haw, as long as it gets you from A to B.
Except...
When it comes to old cars...er...old trucks. I have always and forever loved old (1954 through 1956-ish) trucks,...just ask any one of my kids.
Well, my V-Dub has passed it's milestone mileage of now being over the 100,000 mark, and stuff is starting to need replacing, and keeping up on, and...well, you get the picture. My Rock n' Roll Buddy has mentioned casually more than once that I might wanna start thinking about replacing it sometime soon.
Now, buying a car is not on my top ten list of fun things to purchase, so I put it out of my mind.
But then, my silly service engine light came on.
I hate that little light.
So, that brought about a trip to the auto repair shop, followed by another, and before you could say money-pit, my Rock n' Roll Buddy and I were talking about the probable need for me to change out my mode of transportation sooner than later.
He wanted to know what kind of car I thought I would like.
I said one with no payments.
Anyway, the conversation evolved and at some point (About three seconds into the discusion) I shared my very nearly-forgotten-seemingly-silly-to-some dream (fantasy?) of owning an old 1950's truck.
We debated the sense and sensibility of trying to drive an old classic truck (built before power steering came along...) to work each day, and while we both agreed it was not the logical way to go, we began to google up good ol' craigslist to see what old trucks there might be out there.
One thing lead to another and the next thing I knew, we were on a road trip up north to have a look-see at a 1954 Dodge Pick-up that was for sale, after having been a winter restoration project for some guy near Olympia.
Three hours on the road, with a picnic lunch,(and one pit stop) and we were there. The nice guy selling the truck met us in the driveway.
He opened the garage.
*gasp*
Be still my old vintage-truck-lovin' heart.
There it was.
A dream car..er, truck.....to me at least. (for my Rock n' Roll Buddy...notsomuch, but he could appreciate my passion and rose-colored vision.)
Isn't it fabulous? Perfect for tailgate buffets at parties and receptions, or for vintage themed photo shoots, not to mention how fabulous it could be for driving around on a Saturday morning to a few yard sales, and Camas Antiques?....can you see it?!
I know. (somebody pinch me!)
No, it won't be my daily commute car. (we are still gonna have to figure that dilemma out.) What it will be is a daily reminder and an affirmation to me that dreams really do come true, and just how blessed I am to have someone in my life who wants to remind me of that.
