Here I am, trying my hardest to adapt to life in the country with a big ole grin on my face…and my husband rolls into our driveway in this:
It’s his latest truck. Brand new. He loves it like a city guy loves Philippe Patek watches. It confers instant status. Working man cache. It says, ‘I’m so busy building stuff I basically need a dump truck to get me where I need to go.’ That, and ‘watch me run your Prius off the road.’
I have a sneaking suspicion that word of his purchase has already swept through the back roads and byways of our rural county like an outbreak of genital warts at a Motley Crue after-party. Working dudes around here make it their job to keep very close tabs on what other dudes are driving.
If you’re female and reading this, I’m sure you feel my pain. You must. (Heck, most dudes within a 50-mile radius of a city can probably commiserate.) What woman can look at a truck like this in her driveway and not come to the conclusion that when her husband dons a trucker cap…..he really is wearing it un-ironically?
What’s next? A stock car? A pet ferret?
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Ha,ha Jake has made it to the top- that is one big ass truck my friend!
Brand spanking new, your neighbours must be green with envy- hell even I want to get in and take it for a spin……… I guess that is the redneck in me.
I heard about that truck down here at Smith Mountain Lake. That’s why my husband had to get the big honking diesel-taking dually with the Sirius radio and sunroof that’s too pretty to actually use for hauling wood. Thanks a lot.