I want a truck. A big one. I miss riding up high above the maddening crowd. I miss feeling tough when I drive. My PT Cruiser is cute. Red & cute. Sometimes I feel red & cute, but never do I ever feel little & compact. I am not a soccer mom or an accountant. Everybody loves my cute little car. But, I want a big 4wheel drive truck that says get the fuck out of my way, Im coming thru NOW. That's how I felt with Barbarella, my giant, dark red Dodge Ram Charger that I had to jump up into. I may not have been too in charge with my life, but I surely was in charge of the Road! You get more Respect in a big truck. I feel like a dork driving a cramped, sensible, piddely psuedo sports car. And there's just not enough room for all the junk I want to drive around with. No way can I bring home that shiney new grill for Doris on layaway at Walmart. As cool & adorable as my bright, polished Cruiser looks to many who stare as I zoom by, I feel much more aloof & in control in a large, solid Big-wheel.
Although Im aware I should be grateful for what I've got (& I am,) I still want a darn Truck.
Oh well. There's a LOT in life that I want...... Im just not adjusting too well to life without a truck.