Tammi's World

I can DRIVE!!

SarahK's post HERE had me nodding. I know what she means. I LOVE trucks.

Back in my "other life" we had lots of problems with the cars my husband bought. They tended to blow engines or just....stop.

So often times he'd bring home the 1 ton flat bed from work for me to drive. Yes, I drove a 1 ton flat bed for the better part of 6 years. To work. To the grocery store. To the laundry. And I could DRIVE that truck.

I loved it. Hell, I even had my favorite "truck drivin' hat". :-)

So......I get divorced and move to Florida. Most folks couldn't/wouldn't believe some of the stories I told about that prior life.

Fast forward to my friend moving. She is a single mom and we were gonna move her ourselves. Ourselves including me, a male friend of ours and her worthless piece-o-shit boyfriend.

The day before the move, she announces that she better rent a truck. The day before. Now, I had been asking her about that for 3 weeks. "I got it" was all I heard.

Needless to say, the pickin's were slim. We did get a truck, but it was a 36' 5-speed diesel. She freaked. I'm laughing. I quickly assured her that I could handle it, no problem. Cause I need to tell you, both of the guys made it clear they couldn't drive that kind of truck.

The morning of the big day she and I head down to pick up the vehicle. Now, try to picture this. Me. I'm 6'2 in my "truck drivin' hat", big denim shirt, tank top and short denim shorts. No shoes. Her. Built like a brick shit-house, blond, all done up. She immediately goes into "helpless mode". That makes me insane. I just stand outside waiting and smoking. The guys at the shop were watching and talking......

Finally I just go in and ask for the keys. I look at her and say "I SAID I got it." And walked out to the truck. Some little man follows me out tryin' to tell me about how to drive it. I step up and look down at him, sliding my glasses down my nose. "No sweat. Not my first time at the rodeo" then start the truck up.

As I rumble past her she's bent over laughing. You see, they only knew me as this prissy beachy sales person. THIS Tammi? Yeah, never in their nightmares.....

We still crack up about that. I guess she followed me the whole way back to the house calling all our friends...Thank goodness we hadn't started drinking yet.

Yeah, I love trucks. I'm hoping, sometime next year to buy an old beater truck. Just because I think everyone needs somethin' to haul stuff in.

But thanks SarahK. That's one of my favorite memories.......

Posted by Tammi at August 20, 2007 05:41 AM | TrackBack