'Nuther weekend gripe
I've got another weekend gripe. Oh, got the speedo fixed in the truck, the original gear was put in wrong, figured out how it's supposed to be and I track within 2 mph of what the GPS says I'm doing.
Anyway, what in the hell has happened to trucks. OK, so I'm a dinosaur, but, still, REALLY?? When I was growing up, generally trucks belonged to DAD. Dads didn't have man-caves. The garage was filled with bikes, lawn furniture, and if it could fit, the family car. Dad had his truck. It had a bench seat, so it could fit one other adult and maybe 2 small children if the truck shifted on the tree. Usually, the kids rode in the bed of the truck which may or may not have had a cap (heaven forbid you try that today).
The truck was Dad's inner sanctum. Passengers in the cab were limited, so if you got to ride with Dad, it was sort of an honor. He was sharing with you some of his space. Try to find a truck on a car lot today that's worth throwing some money at that doesn't have a back seat. They're making trucks so that you can fit more and more people in them taking away Dad's inner sanctum.
Oh, I've got to give credit to the new trucks, they're comfortable, smart, and full of conveniences that were never dreamed of 40 years ago. But they're not really a truck, they're more of a family car with extra storage. The shells are flimsy and they seem to have more bling than bang.
Today, guys have "man-caves", but that's a false illusion. Try locking that door and keeping tthe rest of the family out while you do a reset. Man-caves aren't really a sanctuary, they are a men's game room. If you're in a moving truck, nobody's going to be knocking at your door asking you to watch Sponge Bob with them. You don't have to hear Justin Bieber or 50-cent and you don't have to get sucked into the family vortex until you want to or your running out of gas.
How many out there really have a space in your house where you can be at piece. In my case, even the bathroom wasn't safe. But my truck... Limited seating, versatility for working, and peace.
Sorry ladies, trucks were originally designed by guys for guys for working and due to the limited seating, an added benefit was noticed. That was our sanctuary. It was Dad's inner circle if you were asked to ride with him. It was an uncomfortable, noisy, stinky piece of heaven a guy could call home.
What happened to trucks?