Relative Something

She finally did it. Cyndie made a decision on a truck for the ranch. We went back and forth over whether to get a new one that she would drive all the time, or a used one that would just be available when we need it for hauling or towing. She picked a used one.

We chose to keep our business local and worked with the Ford dealer in Ellsworth. After test driving a variety of trucks there, a few weeks ago, we paused the process to reconsider our plan. The folks at this dealership were great, and very patient with our creative (chaotic) method of shopping and deciding.

The second time we showed up, Cyndie asked to see the “most affordable” trucks they had, that matched our criteria. They said we could walk around to the back and look. These trucks were stored out of sight.

They weren’t bad looking, really. One had a scar on the carpet that appeared as if something toxic had been spilled. Another had the driver’s side mirror held on with layers of tape.

Cyndie bee-lined to the black one, I think because she still misses the old black Mustang she no longer owns. Next, she drove the silver one. Lastly, the red one, pretty much an exact color match to her current convertible.

The red truck drove better than all the rest, and was, by far, the best price.

When we got it home, we didn’t even drive up to the house, but put it right to work, parking on the hill of the pasture to pick up old fence posts to be moved.

Cyndie is thinking about calling it, “the Hot Tamale.”