With yesterday being Father’s Day I thought about my dad quite a bit. He’s been gone for nearly 14 years but you know how holidays can get those old memories goin’.
I remember talking to him one time about a truck I was dreaming of (still am) and dying to have. I told him I wanted a 1955 Chevy Step Side Pickup.
He laughed. He told me a story about how his dad had bought one brand new and my dad and one of his friends took it out and wrapped it around a tree. He said the truck literally broke in half. The two guys walked to the gas station my grandfather owned and when my grandfather saw the truck broken in half he insisted the boys go to the hospital. Grandpa was certain they must be injured because of the way the truck looked. The boys were fine but the truck was toast.
My dad was a wild one.
Of course, I don’t want to wrap my truck around a tree. I just want to drive it with my husband and a dog or two. A bunch of plants in the back – or artwork – it doesn’t really matter.
I want to dress it up with flags for the 4th of July and store it somewhere warm during the winter so the salt doesn’t damage it.
I want to have picnics in the bed and haul my kayak.
I know, most women my age want something sensible or sporty. I just want a 1955 Chevy Pickup.
What is your dream car?