I was fortunate enough to test drive a Chevy Silverado for the weekend. It’s only partially fortunate because I loved the thing and now have a serious jones for one. I would have bought the one I was driving if it wasn’t green. It won’t be long and I’ll have one whether I think I can afford it or not. I’ve lost all hope of being rational bout it.
There’s that, and the fact that everyday my ’99 Grand Am feels more and more lame. I sick of the Menards girl chuckling at me every time I enter the lumber yard with it. “Uuuum, you getting 8 2×4’s in that? MMMMmmmkkkaaayyy, good luck.” Shut it missy.