That’s right, not even one week into the new year and I can already check off a goal – a truck has been purchased.
I really didn’t plan on buying one for another month or two, but on New Years Eve my Pontiac (the relic that she is) started making quite a magnificent sound. Imagine if a family of gnomes were trying desperately to claw their way out from under the hood… that’s the noise. The issue is basically catastrophic so the Pontiac has been sitting in my work parking lot ever since, and I went into emergency truck buying mode.
After a whirlwind of pre-approvals, internet scouring, approximately 5 bajillion phone calls, and running through Plans A, B, and C… here we are. Luckily I found a 2011 Titan in my price range with only 48k miles a mere 3 hours away in Houston. She is super super basic – her most noteworthy features are cupholders and a radio that works – but she’s in good shape, can get me around, and can very very easily pull my trailer.
First purchase for the truck? A new USEA magnet that isn’t all janky looking like my current one. It was $1.50 shipped and should be here in a few days. Big spender. Then she got some Husky all weather floor mats (because my life is muddy). Tomorrow she’s getting a new, beefier hitch installed. It’s not as exciting buying car stuff as it is buying horse stuff.
What I really want, eventually, is an air mattress and truck tent for the bed, so I can camp at shows instead of paying for hotel. As long as it’s not 40 degrees or 100 degrees, I’d be 100% down for that. Then I could park and sleep wherever I wanted!
The only thing I can’t settle on is a name, I’m still mulling that over. First I thought Freedom – because that’s exactly what she represents for me, but it’s a little cheesy. Then I thought Guinevere (which means “the white enchantress”) because that’s one of the first songs that came on the radio when I was driving her home. But then again, maybe I should stick with the Black Betty/Betty White theme and call her Bea. Or so I thought, until Google told me that Bea Arthur didn’t actually like Betty White and now I’m feeling all superstitious about it. So uh… maybe Rue?
Tough decisions, y’all… tough decisions. But I’m SO EXCITED to FINALLY have a truck!