I have been wanting a truck for a while. My first vehicle was an ’89 Chevy S-10. It was a good truck, but it was my dad’s hand-me-down. Either way, it was all good, until it was totaled after a short 3-month ownership. I have own cars ever since.
About a year ago, I hopped in a friend’s truck to go to the store on an errand. We left the women at the house. He turned the music up loud, let me hear the pipes, and he had a Republic of Texas sticker on the back. When we got back, I told my wife, “I’ve never wanted another truck until I rode in Eric’s.”
She wasn’t about that life. I am not sure what’s wrong with a truck, but that country/hoodrat/farmer/hunting/camping/mudding life ain’t for her. Fair enough. You can’t force people to have a good time.
I didn’t have anything to do yesterday, so I went to the local Nissan dealer (they have always been nice and treated me fairly) and said, “I want a truck.”
“Do you know what make and model?”
“I have a few I am interested in looking at, but I am a 30 year old veteran from Texas that has never bought a truck. I plan to change that soon.”
“Cool.” My salesman (Isaac) said.
He went and grabbed some paperwork, and sat next to me.
“Before I let you drive a few, I need to know what you are looking for.”
“Well, if I am going to get a truck, I want 4 doors, the ability to tow, go offroad, and I want bluetooth.”
“Cool. Let me see what we have.”
They put me in a smaller truck. It was ok. It was cheap, but it wasn’t that impressive. Next, he brought out the $55K Titan. I loved it, but $700 a month for 6 years was just a bit too much.
“Look man, this has been fun, but I am going to go to a few other dealerships to see some different models. This is my first truck and I want to make the right decision.” I was still interested in seeing some Chevys and Dodges.
“I understand. What if we looked at some used trucks? Do you have another hour or so?”
I was really tired, but I didn’t have anywhere to be. Plus, this meant I got to test drive more trucks.
“Sure. Let’s do it.”
We went to the used lot. He explained the pros and cons of buying used and new trucks. I was shocked at some of the stuff I learned.
“The good thing about buying used is that we are just going to go out on the lot, and if a truck catches your eye, let me know.”
I walked toward the trucks, and almost immediately spotted a 4-door, Z-71, 4×4 Chevy Silverado with a small lift. I didn’t know much about trucks, but I have yet to hear anyone say anything bad about a Z-71.
“Let’s take a look at this one.” I said, calmly.
He had to jump it, but we were able to get in and fire it up. I immediately heard the pipes and the engine. It sounded nice. It felt like a truck.
As soon as I turned out of the driveway, the truck just felt like an extension of me. I could tell that the previous owner had WAY too much fun in this truck, and I felt like it was my turn.
We got back to the shop.
“What do you think?” He asked.
“Let’s look at financing options.”
They had trouble getting more than a 48 month loan because the truck had 95K miles on it. I didn’t like that it almost had 100K, but I was assured by the salesman that trucks don’t really break down like cars. That’s one of the reasons they are more expensive. They are work-horses.
After about 45 minutes of waiting, I went to the salesman and said,”Whatever comes back, I’ll take it. I have never wanted a vehicle as much as I wanted that truck.”
He said, “Come with me, really quick.”
He asked me to clarify, so we discussed it.
“I won’t tell finance that. I am hoping they can get you a 60 or 72 month term to bring your payment down. I am glad you like the truck, but let’s see if we can get them to come down on the monthly.”
About 15 minutes later, he came back and said, “We were able to get a 60 month loan.” He slid a paper to me. “How does that look for a payment.”
“It’s more than my car, but doable. I will just stay in and cook more. I want this truck.”
“Cool. Let’s sign the papers and get you down the road.”
We did. It was a good experience. I left the dealer, pipes and radio blaring. Sitting up high in a V8 Silverado with nothing but me, the road, and my dreams. I felt like a true Texas boy.
Oh, and who the fuck wants to go mudding?
Wagen, over and out.