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emotional prostitution in a parking lot

For the longest time, I was ‘a small car guy’, only driving subcompacts.

My favorite cars were two door hatchbacks that would execute the handbrake turn perfectly.

Lately things have changed. I sold my last hatchback and was left with the van.

I liked the van, but it never suited me that well.

Sure, it has a lot of room to move stuff and people. It just didn’t feel rigth.

Now, I have a truck.

This is surprising. I never imagined that I’d own a truck. I figured that at 50 my second mid life crisis would result in a Mazda Miata from the early 90’s. The engineering in those Japanese cars back then was incredible. Mechanical perfection with no computers.

Instead?

I bought a thirty year old truck.

I love my truck. I didn’t know that I needed a truck, but I did.

I somehow feel more complete, more whole, more myself with a great big old full sized pick up.

My truck gets compliments - genuine, wonderful compliments:

It’s in such great shape for it’s age!

The frame is solid!

It has a bench seat and no shou…