Who Knew?

Today I'm driving a friend of mine's Toyota Tundra. It's got something in common with my Volvo. It's so fun to drive! Who knew? It's a four door truck that has plenty of room and just like my Volvo, rides well so you don't realize how fast you are going. Which, just like my Volvo, has the potential to get me in trouble.

I'm driving it because of the ding in my bumper. It's getting looked at. While I don't mind paying to fix it, there's a limit. And it looks like $526 is my limit. So we've switched out vehicles for the day. We swapped at church last night.

I'm a truck girl. I learned how to drive with my dad's truck on his oil leases in Texas. (Yes, in some ways I'm a stereotypical Texan.) We'd just bounce around the roads, and I use that term loosely because they were mostly ruts cut through the mesquite, until I got used to the idea of driving. Before I was at the age to learn how to drive though, he'd let my sister and I "steer" the truck. As in we'd be sitting in the cab, age 8 and 9, barely able to see over the dashboard and we'd both put our little fists up like we were steering and Dad would make the truck go wherever we were steering. Ha, it was so much fun! We were fascinated and it further cemented the idea in our heads that our Dad was Superman. O yes my friend there are many ways to have fun on an oil lease. I didn't learn how to drive a stick on the lease though, that was a few years later on a backhoe during a summer I worked for my father.

So in ten years when my Volvo goes, I'll consider a Toyota truck. Even though growing up I was told the only trucks to buy were Dodge or Ford. Although I don't even think Toyota was making trucks, so there you go.