In order for you to really understand this one, I’m going to have to start way back. Circa 2011 ish, I can’t remember exactly. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to buy my husband a truck. Yes, you read that right. I bought him a truck without his knowledge. This was not a truck that he had mentioned wanting. He had not even seen it.
I was as naive as a man buying a woman a vacuum cleaner for Christmas. It was big and shiny, that’s all I knew. It was a 3/4 ton Chevy with an oddly long bed. She was a beast. What man wouldn’t be ecstatic? A man that would like to pick out his own truck apparently. He drove it for a couple of years until I could admit that it was an impulse purchase and financially it made sense to trade it in. His last words to me were, “please don’t do that again, I’d like to pick out my next truck.” Fair enough.
Well, life happens, and needs come before wants. Here we are 10-12 years later finally entertaining the idea of getting him another truck. This man works his ass off. He is the breadwinner, the man deserves a truck. Plus what is it about a guy with a truck that makes this girl’s heart patter? Damn tequila doesn’t make my clothes come off but sitting shotgun next to my man in a truck is a different story.
Last week I messaged my brother. He works at a dealership over in Grand Blanc. I just threw out there that if he saw something he thought would be a good fit, let me know. We aren’t in a hurry. We have until the end of November until we have another driver in the house. He shot me a link to the dealership inventory and one caught my eye.
Again it caught my eye….Still hadn’t shown my husband. I’m pretty sure I didn’t even tell him I was looking or messaging my brother. I’m a sucker for a white vehicle. My Acadia is white and I love it. Doesn’t hurt that I pay for the unlimited car wash either.
I messaged my brother and this is where it gets funny. So apparently the truck that caught my eye was the truck my brother had traded in recently. He’s needed to get something with a higher towing capacity. He loved that truck. He did SO much work to the truck. He listed off a bunch of new things that were done to it. Knowing that it was his and that he worked on it made it a done deal for me. Of course, I got ahead of myself and lost sight of the fact that I promised my husband he could pick out his next truck.
I did the best job I could when selling the idea to Chuck. I made sure he knew all of the upgrades that Dan had done. My brother is meticulous and knowing it was well taken care of was a definite bonus. He was open to driving over and checking it out. Well, that blossomed into me doing all the pre-qualifications and putting insurance on it before he even saw it. You know, just in case.
The real sealer of the deal for me was when I found out that my dad was going to buy it. He wanted to buy it from my brother when he got better. That was his plan. Well, he wasn’t given that opportunity because he passed away on Christmas Day. So now it was my brother’s truck and my daddy wanted it. Sold, where do I sign the check?
Chuck wasn’t nearly as excited as I felt he should be. He finally explained that he felt that yet again he didn’t get to pick out his own truck. I was emotionally attached to it and he hadn’t even seen it. He didn’t feel that he had an option anymore. I promised him that if we got over there and he didn’t like it, we DID NOT need to get it.
Thank God he loved it! Pictures don’t do it justice. My husband is 6’4 and he’s been driving an equinox for a few years. It was like watching a butterfly expand its wings for the first time. He didn’t have to duck. He didn’t have to fold himself to get in. It was marvelous.
He let me drive it last night from Dicks to Meijer. I have to admit there is a bit of badassery that comes along with driving it. I am so happy that he finally got himself a truck. He has thanked me so many times in the last 13 hours. This man deserves the entire world, but for now, his new truck will do just fine.