My truck addiction.

I have a thing for trucks. Due to my epilepsy, my drivers license was taken away for four years (thanks Colorado). While I was stranded with no vehicle, I often considered what type of vehicle I would buy if I ever got my license back. My father is a diehard Mopar fan. Since childhood, he owned a variety of cars and trucks. Some of my favorites were the Road Runner, Charger, and Cuda. My favorite truck he ever owned though was a 1977 Power Wagon. I spent most of my adult years seeking one just like it. Eventually, I moved back home after being retired from the military.

When I got home, I actively started trying to get my drivers license back. After a couple of rounds with the State of Mississippi, I became a licensed driver. It seemed like forever, but I started perusing used vehicles. I made up my mind that I wanted a truck. A young man in Tennessee had a 1987 Chevy Cheyenne and it was a five speed. I purchased it for 1800 dollars, and went home happy. After putting a new seat in it, and fixing some minor issues with it, I made it my daily driver.

A little over a year later, my dad purchased a 1985 Power Wagon. When I pulled up in his drive, I was smitten. Walking over to the truck, I took in its aggressive stance. Opening the door I realized that it was an automatic. The body was sound. I started it up. The 360 roared to life, and it purred like a kitten. I had to have it. After talking with my dad, he told me that he didn’t want to get rid of it. Disappointed, I finished my visit and went home dejected. Time passed by and finally my dad relented and sold me my dream truck.

Cars serve a purpose and they are generally much better on gas mileage. However, there is nothing like climbing in your truck and tackling the day’s work. To pull alongside someone and see them look over your truck. I have had many trucks in my lifetime. However,  I have never been more proud, than I am to own my Power Wagon. Once, I get that behemoth rolling, it is nigh impossible to get her to stop. She is grouchy, and drinks fuel like none other but she is mine. Y’all take care.