I’m gonna be honest with you, I know pretty much nothing about trucks. Maybe I know more than I give myself credit for, but if I agreed with that statement it would create a paradox. People are always surprised to hear that I don’t know everything about cars, because my dad is such a car nut and he’s always helping people troubleshoot and fix their car problems. I know how to drive and I know the rules of the road and everything, I’m just talking about the mechanics of vehicles themselves. I may not know anything about auto window tinting, but these guys do.
There are probably some people that I know more than, but who knows. There’s no point in me guessing all the time, I should really stop. The first specific truck that I have memories with was a black truck with a camper in the back. I don’t know the make or model so if you happen to comment, please don’t ask me. I’ll tell you that it had an engine that make vroom vroom noises and it was black. I remember going to a parking lot that I thought was part of a casino, but maybe it was just nearby the casino. It was the same area in downtown Reno where they do the X-Games event. We traded in our minivan for the truck, which disappointed me a ton. I had no idea we were even trading in the minivan, even though I had no say in the decision-making process anyways.
The only real reason I enjoyed that minivan was because there was a small TV in the back seat that had a built-in VCR. So we traded it in and ended up purchasing a truck that day, which we kept for 4-5 years if I can remember correctly. It was instantly recognizable from the sound of its engine, and you could hear the truck coming down the street. I associated that sound with fear, because I was usually in trouble whenever my parents came home. The past is the past, but I still always think about the truck whenever I hear a similar sound, and my heart rate spikes enough to give an elephant high blood pressure.