I mentioned the other day that we got a new car. It's a Chevy Impala.
It replaced the Chevy Lumina.
Yes, I'm a Chevy guy.
The Wife? She's a Ford girl.
She has a truck. A Ford F-150. Four door. Got it 4 years ago.
She likes her truck.
Of course, I like the Impala.
It's the car I been looking for. Not that we've been looking for a while. But, when we went looking, we found what we were looking for. And in the price range we were looking.
So, we got the car.
Anyway, I like the car.
But she likes her truck.
For instance, we got a Sears riding mower. An LT 3000. Not a huge lawn mower, but a decent size one.
And, first spring after we got it, we were going to take it in for servicing.
I told the Wife that I was going to put the mower on the truck and go to Sears.
She hit the ceiling.
"You're not putting that on my truck!" she insisted.
"What?" I asked.
"That's my brand-new truck and I'm not having you scratch it up by putting the lawn mower on the back," she declared.
So, we borrowed a trailer, bought a ball, and hooked it up, drove the lawn mower on the back, and took it to Sears.
Because she didn't want to use her truck as ... a truck.
But the good news, now, is the Impala has a big trunk. A real big trunk. It could hold two, maybe three, bodies. With concrete blocks and chains.
Anyway, she still doesn't want to put the lawn mower on the bed of the truck.
Maybe, when spring comes, I'll put the mower in the trunk and take it to Sears for servicing.
At least the truck won't get scratched.