|Here she is!|
A new post is arguably way overdue, but a late post is better than no post. I'll try to make this one exciting to make up for my failure at posting lately. :D Here's a list of points to be covered:
- My truck!
|She's a pretty truck, too.|
|It looks much better in the picture than it did IRL.|
Back to Craigslist I went. I found this really pretty truck, but it was down in Connecticut. A few phone calls later, I arranged to come down that night. The trip was 200 miles!!! After about four hours, we finally showed up at the guy's shop. The truck was everything he said it was - it needs a few things (and a thing or two that I broke ;-( ) but overall, she's beautiful. I wouldn't have installed a dual flowmaster exhaust, but I sure won't complain that I have one! :D It's fun to rev the engine at a stoplight and listen to the power! (Ok... so I'm a [somewhat immature] guy) Here's where the fun starts - I jumped in the truck and drove to the nearest gas station. Since the fuel gauge doesn't work, I buy me a nice little (overpriced) two gallon gas can and some of the cheapest bungee cords I've ever seen in my life (the truck doesn't have a tailgate) and then I hit the highway with the van in tow. I wasn't able to put more than a quarter gallon in the main tank which seemed kind of funny. (I later learned that you need to hold the fuel nozzle just right since she doesn't handle the vapor barrier systems too well) Little Man rode with me for about an hour until the noise really started getting to him. I turned onto an exit which brought me to Enfield, CT. I figured I better find me a gas station since she must be getting pretty close to empty. I'm driving down the streets and I see no open gas stations. Hmmm... Well, Little Man still wants to get into the van, so I pull into a dark parking lot to let him off. Bad idea. He jumps into the van and Joe jumps into my truck. As we leave the parking lot, a cop pulls in. Uh-oh. I was driving a pickup truck, which most certainly is not a car, and the plates I had were for my Subaru. We leave the parking lot and the cops read Dad's plates. Everything's A-OK. So they run my plates. That's where the "fun" begins. The