My brother has a wonderful pickup. It’s a ’79 Toyota with an unknown amount of mileage. It’s one of those old pickups that’s still going to be running 20 years from now. It’s huge. It’s handy. It’s dependable. I love that pickup.
My brother has decided to sell the pickup or Old Gray as I call it. I immediately thought about buying it. Old Gray would be so handy for hauling things. It would make our next move a piece of cake. Of course the truck gets horrible gas mileage but The Man of the House could maintain it. It would cost next to nothing to own.
That’s when reality began to get in the way of my fantasy. The fact is that insurance and tabs would cost several hundred dollars a year. The fact is that we have two perfectly good vehicles – one of them an SUV. Old Gray has a manual transmission and I’m the only one that could drive it. We have no place to park it. And while gas prices have gone down they haven’t gone down enough to NOT think about mileage.
The sad fact is that it doesn’t make sense to buy Old Gray.
Sigh. I don’t want to be a grownup. I don’t want to be fiscally responsible. I want to be the wild woman driving around in the old, gray pickup.