This is getting completely out of hand.
As some of you may know, I totaled my truck a little while ago. My poor little '93 Toyota pickup went the way of all things. I didn't really mind that much. After all, I don't really *do* much of anything, except drive out to the Zen center in Rochester once a week, and con a meal out of Una. (Not *out* of Una, per se. I mean, I don't chomp on her leg or anything. Unless she asks me to. I wouldn't mind at all.) I liked having the truck. It was nice and reliable. You can't go very wrong with a Toyota, after all. But when the accident happened (my fault), I wasn't upset. Things happen, and, after all, it was just a truck. Lynne kept pushing me to find another (very cheap) one, but I wasn't terribly motivated.
Well. Apparently there was a vast conspiracy. I got called out one extraordinarily rainy night to see a truck. A truck I didn't have to pay a cent for. My friends, the folks who love me, got together and bought me a truck.
What can I say? 'Thank you' is too small, and 'Jesus jumping on a pogo stick!' is out of character for me. First there was my way-over-the-top 50th birthday party, and now this. I can't even begin to express my appreciation.
The truck? It's a 1994 Ford F-150. You could fit my little 4-cylinder Toyota in the bed of this thing. It's a V-8. I've never owned a V-8 before. It's a first for me. It's got power windows (ditto), an air bag (ditto), a CD player (ditto), and room for six (ditto). The front bench seat is so wide I have to move to unlock the passenger door. This is a front seat you could not only have sex in, you could have a threesome with enough extra space for the midget with a camcorder.
Let's see, what else... Cruise control (and I a man who loves his cruise control), a CB radio (soon to be removed), air conditioning that doesn't work (thank God), and a towing package that can handle my big damn trailer that has electric brakes.
Did I mention that you could have sex in the front seat? Well, the seat in back is large enough for heavy petting.
The down side? I suspect the thing with get about 15 miles per gallon. And the tank is 30 gallons. There was almost no fuel in it when I got it, so I put five gallons in it today. That gave me less than an eighth of a tank. I felt my bowels loosen when I saw that. On the other hand, since I didn't pay one thin dime for it, I think I can justify a little gas now and then. Or a LOT of gas ALL the time, for that matter.
As always, I'm a little uncomfortable when people do things for me, and this just blew my baboon-red ass out of the water. When I expressed my concern to Saiaiko, she more or less told me to shut up, and that folks are really happy when they can in some way show their appreciation for all the things I've done for them.
I'll say it once more; I haven't done that much, and certainly not enough to justify something like *this*. If folks want to thank me for something I've done, buying me dinner out at the end of the month when I'm broke would be more than fine. It really would.
Lest my protestations seem churlish, I want to say again how thankful I am and how much I appreciate this amazing gift, and even more for the kindness and love with which it was given.
Well. Apparently there was a vast conspiracy. I got called out one extraordinarily rainy night to see a truck. A truck I didn't have to pay a cent for. My friends, the folks who love me, got together and bought me a truck.
What can I say? 'Thank you' is too small, and 'Jesus jumping on a pogo stick!' is out of character for me. First there was my way-over-the-top 50th birthday party, and now this. I can't even begin to express my appreciation.
The truck? It's a 1994 Ford F-150. You could fit my little 4-cylinder Toyota in the bed of this thing. It's a V-8. I've never owned a V-8 before. It's a first for me. It's got power windows (ditto), an air bag (ditto), a CD player (ditto), and room for six (ditto). The front bench seat is so wide I have to move to unlock the passenger door. This is a front seat you could not only have sex in, you could have a threesome with enough extra space for the midget with a camcorder.
Let's see, what else... Cruise control (and I a man who loves his cruise control), a CB radio (soon to be removed), air conditioning that doesn't work (thank God), and a towing package that can handle my big damn trailer that has electric brakes.
Did I mention that you could have sex in the front seat? Well, the seat in back is large enough for heavy petting.
The down side? I suspect the thing with get about 15 miles per gallon. And the tank is 30 gallons. There was almost no fuel in it when I got it, so I put five gallons in it today. That gave me less than an eighth of a tank. I felt my bowels loosen when I saw that. On the other hand, since I didn't pay one thin dime for it, I think I can justify a little gas now and then. Or a LOT of gas ALL the time, for that matter.
As always, I'm a little uncomfortable when people do things for me, and this just blew my baboon-red ass out of the water. When I expressed my concern to Saiaiko, she more or less told me to shut up, and that folks are really happy when they can in some way show their appreciation for all the things I've done for them.
I'll say it once more; I haven't done that much, and certainly not enough to justify something like *this*. If folks want to thank me for something I've done, buying me dinner out at the end of the month when I'm broke would be more than fine. It really would.
Lest my protestations seem churlish, I want to say again how thankful I am and how much I appreciate this amazing gift, and even more for the kindness and love with which it was given.