My dad traded in his car for a truck. It was a big blue GMC pickup. Oh no, not that.
If I wanted to drive to school, it was in that big truck. I am short. It was a big step to get up into that truck. Once I was in it I discovered that I could actually see better and judge distances better because of the height of the seat.
Best of all, I found out really quickly that no one messed with a little girl driving a big truck. Aah the power of it was wonderful.
There was a lot of wealthy kids who drove to school where I went to High School. They could be snooty to the average person. I must admit, I got a certain amount of pleasure when the school bell rang and everyone headed to the parking lot and they seemed to think because of their status that they were to be the first off the lot.
Well, guess what? They got out of the way of a little girl driving a big blue truck. It was great!!!!
You see trucks weren't cool then. They were for farmers or the working class. I loved to see those little sporty type cars, scatter in the wake of that low class pickup truck.
Thanks Daddy. I loved that big old truck.
Later in life when I was married and was blessed with a bunch of kids, we had a big 12 passenger blue van. One of those vans that said, go ahead hit me, make my day.
Life was good. Again, I was so empowered. People just don't mess with a little woman in a big van.
I miss those days.
People just don't show respect for a little old woman in a cute little mini SUV.
Oh well, it's OK, at least it's red.
