RIP with your new owner...
A month ago I sold my 2008 Toyota Tacoma which had at one time been a pride and joy. When you live the tough guy fire fighter life. On the road 6 months a year. Sleeping on a cot in the back of your pickup is a right of passage. Not only that but its nice to throw all your worldly belongings willy-nilly into the back when the time comes to hit the road again.
As time progressed the vehicle I drove defined me less. Friends didn't want to ride in the tiny half cheek seats in the cab. In New York I rarely got to throw her in 4 Lo and plow over a tree or up a coolie. In fact the most fun I'd had with it in a year was driving through my parents back yard in a foot of compacted snow. As gas reaches back toward $4 a gal. 19/city and 23/Hwy just doesn't sound as efficient as it used to.
Come Monday when the 2,100 mile solo road trip begins it will be in a 2002 Chevy Prizm graciously handed down from my Grandparents. I look forward to the ensuing Tetris game to fit all the packed bags and sporting goods in.
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