Wait. Why would a single person living alone have more than one car? The second one is not a work vehicle. It doesn’t belong to a girlfriend, friend, or family member. It’s not a recreational vehicle.
Well… maybe it’s a special use vehicle. As a guy, most everything I have is functional, so the truck should serve a purpose.
If you recall from part 1, I was used to having a small college car. I ended up moving to Utah after graduating from Montana State University. To move all my accumulated “stuff”, I had to get help. My parents still had the Suburban then, and they pulled a U-haul trailer I rented while I followed in my little Neon. After making my first major move, having a utility vehicle was appealing.
So come the time I was seriously considering getting a new set of keys, I was in possession of a little blue car and a slightly larger Blue Beast I had picked up while visiting my parents over Thanksgiving weekend. Winter was coming to an end, and I wanted to get back down to one vehicle. I felt the obligation to still try and sell the Suburban as per my father’s request, but he was just happy it wasn’t taking up space in his back yard.
I wanted to sell the Suburban and swap out my car for something newer, until I spotted the ad for a 1951 Chevy truck. It was cheap and looked like it was in running condition. I figured I could get used to driving a truck instead of a car like my dad’s daily driver. Looking back, I still shake my head at how little I realized how deep the water was that I was about to jump into. Never buy on impulse!
Things shook out like this. I bought the truck.
I now had three vehicles! I had to get rid of something. The Neon was the easy sell. I would drive the Suburban while the truck should only take a few months of concentrated effort to get it road worthy and then onto selling the Suburban off. That’s when I realized how deep the water was. Summer was over, and the truck still wasn’t ready to license. (Utah requires vehicles to pass a safety inspection each year prior to registering and getting your annual tags.)
Time would pass. The word money pit suddenly had real meaning. I knew it would take money. In fact my justification for buying the truck was that I could spend money on the restoration as opposed to a car loan payment. The difficulty lies in having to keep a second vehicle around to get you to work everyday while work continues on the replacement vehicle. As the summer season and money permitted I’d get bits done, however I would lose interest in using the planned credit line to invest in the restoration.
I would move again. This time with ease since I had a Suburban. Everything fits inside the spacious interior, and with some planning I could make multiple trips for the in-town residence change. Because of where I was moving to however, I would have to park my truck in a storage facility and tinker when I had a chance to stop by. That’s where Duke sleeps now. My vehicle number 2.
I still want my current choice sedan for winter driving, and Duke would be a fun summer run-around truck. It is only rear wheel drive, so winter driving would be squirrelly or pricey on gas with a loaded rear axle for traction. Duke has a 9 foot length bed area. That’s plenty of room for my “stuff.” Functional, remember?
No, I won’t help you move.