I never thought I could get so attached to a vehicle. Until it was time to trade my truck.
My husband traded his Mustang back in September, 2006 for our 2007 Ford Sport Track. He drove it for awhile and then traded our mini-van for a Ford Fusion and I officially started driving the truck. It technically was a truck, but it had such a small truck bed, and I was constantly getting crap about it not ‘being a real truck.’ I loved that truck. It drove so nice and it was so quiet on the inside. We paid it off early and were really blessed to have got a really good interest rate on the loan. The truck also had what was considered low miles on it, since we had two vehicles and I didn’t drive the truck very much.
I didn’t realize just how long we had owned the truck until my husband went car shopping again last week. Back in August when my husband was new car shopping, he was looking at two different Honda cars. What he settled on back then was not what he really wanted. In August my son’s car was about to kick the bucket and he he had just got braces put on. With our orthodontist being in Sumter, and as many breaks as he has, we knew he would be making several trips back and forth to Sumter over the next two years. We had just paid off my husband’s Kia Optima, so we sent our son to school with the Optima and my husband went car shopping. We came home with a 2017 Honda CRV.
I thought my husband liked driving the CRV, but apparently he really wanted a different car on the Honda lot. So, last week he started hinting that he had been looking at it again. I knew he would need the truck’s equity to lower the price on the car he wanted to get. So a few days ago, I spent hours cleaning the truck and drove it that afternoon for the last time. It was when I was driving it around that it hit me just how attached I had become to that truck. It shocked me when I found the original delivery paperwork showing the date as September 18, 2006. I couldn’t believe we had had the truck for 11 years; almost as long as we had lived in Sumter. We as a family had done a lot in the truck. It had been good for our family. Well, now that our kids were pretty much all grown up, now have their own cars and the only one who technically ‘lives’ at home now is the youngest. The youngest is hardly ever home anymore. At 19, she would rather be anywhere but home.
So, now that the truck is now gone, I guess I will be driving the CRV when I have to go somewhere. It will be a bigger adjustment than I thought, not seeing the truck in the driveway everyday. I have never really felt like the truck was ‘my’ truck, just like I don’t feel like this CRV isn’t my car. They’ve always been my husband’s vehicles. I understand he probably sees it this way because I am a ‘stay-at-home-wife-whatever.’ (I’m having issues with this ‘role’ of mine, but more on that at another time.) He put the vehicles in his name when he was active duty Air Force because his residency was in a state where he wasn’t required to pay sales tax, so I can kind of understand it, but he’s been retired for almost 3 years now. I have never had a vehicle registered in my name since we’ve been married, until my oldest child gave her car to our youngest. We then only put it in one of our names so we could pay taxes, tag and insurance for her while she is in school.
The other day my husband worked a deal with the same car salesman that sold him the CRV in August, and he got the car he wanted the first time. I am glad that he got the car he wanted, now that we will have two car payments once again. I most definitely will be getting a job, very soon.