I've realized that I'm one of those people that has to have at least most of their life in a specific order before the rest can move on. Very few of you probably read about my vehicle dying. I've realized that in some way life has been on hold for me since then. Now, if I determined that my "vehicle" was the one that I'm currently driving, I would be absolutely normal today. But I find that I really miss my stereo, the handling of my pickup, and the look of my pickup. I know that I run the risk of revealing myself as a vain person, but I just want the pickup back that I paid for. Well, besides that I think I found the woman I want to marry. We'll see...
Posted by aman at March 4, 2004 12:47 PM | TrackBackIt's amazing how familiarity can subliminally produce an attachment. I had an old F-250 3/4 ton that was the ugliest thing in town. But it killed me to get rid of it.
Posted by: Robbie at March 5, 2004 08:00 AM