The hours of sitting in dealer showrooms and answering salesmen's telephone calls are over. Wayne bought a truck.
Grinning ear to ear, he was like a kid with a new toy as he drove it off the lot late Friday. It was exactly a week ago that he walked into the Chevrolet dealership to begin looking for Ol' Blue's replacement and I knew then he'd buy another Chevrolet. Oh, he was open-minded enough to look at Nissans and Toyotas and give them semi-serious consideration but deep down he wanted the Chevy. The very first car he bought was a 1955 Chevrolet for which he paid $600 and the brand has held a special place in his heart ever since. If only we could buy a car for $600 now...and have it run.
Ol' Blue looks pretty good here as Wayne was ready for the last ride in her. I think she thought she was headed for the dump as we drove down Highway 90 towards Milton when, in fact, we were planning to dump her. I'm sure I saw a tear trickle down out of her headlights as we walked away for the last time.
I looked high and low for the picture I know we have of Wayne with Ol' Blue the day he bought her. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't put my hands on it. This one, however, is close to that time frame even if you see little of the truck. Wayne threw the grill in the back of the truck and brought it down to the scrapbook store when we owned it, grilling burgers in the bed of Ol' Blue for the gals attending the Saturday night crop. Fun times.
We'll make new memories now with the new truck which I have tentatively dubbed Big Bro. Where Ol' Blue was a truck, this new dude is a TRUCK. It's wider, longer and higher than the little S10 it replaced, hence the Big part of the name. And since it's another Chevy, we could say that makes it a big brother to the one it replaced. The official name of the color is Brownstone Metallic but on the registration is just says BRO. My better half may come up with his own name for his new truck but for now I'm calling it Big Bro.
I needed to take another step or two back down the driveway for this photo as I didn't quite get all the truck in the frame. It's pretty but it seems strange to have to use a step to get in it. And man, are we high up in the air as we drive down the road...comparatively speaking, of course.
There's good news/bad news about a big new truck, both of which can be summed up in five words: We cleaned up the garage. That wasn't in the plan while truck shopping but it soon became obvious we'd have to when he settled on a full-sized truck. The truck fits in the garage but only without all the stuff that used to live in front of the little S10. My car is now nose to nose with the generator, wheelbarrow and aerator. A clean garage is an added bonus although I probably wouldn't have picked an afternoon in July to do it otherwise.
We introduced Big Bro to the grocery shopping routine on Saturday morning and there have been a couple of trips to the gym already too. The golf clubs are loaded for the first official trip to the course so before long all the regular haunts will be covered. Once we get used to the size, I think Big Bro will fit into the family just fine.