My truck.

I am riding in my truck. I love my truck. I am up off the ground. The height and angle of the seats fit my tall self. I feel comfortable, like I am wearing a favorite old sweatshirt on a slightly nippy day.

You see, several months ago I gave up my truck in favor of the more gas efficient Hyundai Sonata. Tman and I switched vehicles because he drives about 50 mines a week. I drive 300ish. The Sonat gets 22 or 23 mpg. The truck gets 12 or 13. It made financial sense. But sadly, it doesnt make personality sense.

So, I am enjoying being a passenger in my truck. I now have to go be the navigator and check the weather. We are in some yucky stuff and the wind is blowing us around like this big ol truck is a sail.