Getting a new vehicle is always exciting. Or at least I say it should be. I've enjoyed shopping around for trucks the past few weeks with Ben. It gave us extra time together... something we agree we're consistently shorting ourselves. Something we know we need to do more of. So, even if our time together wasn't a romantic evening away, I feel it was good bonding time as we searched and test-drove truck after truck, in town after town.
His trade-in was a red 2-door 1994 Chevy Silverado. Throaty and stout. A good and trusted friend. A working-man's truck. But it's rust was spreading. The air-conditioning didn't work. It had a cracked windshield.
The "new" truck is a blue 4-door 2004 Chevy Silverado. Clean and well-cared for. Crisp and modern. Family friendly. Immaculate.
Nonetheless, it was sad to see the old truck go. And worse... to hear the dealership say they wouldn't even try to sell it on the lot. They would send it out for auction.
The deal is done. And I'm more than ecstatic about the obvious upgrade, but poor Ben is having to deal with the loss of that old red friend. It isn't going so well.
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