Thanks to all you well wishers out there. The ony snafu about the truck deal was that since I'm not from the town where the truck was located, they wanted cash. I knew that yesterday after talking to them briefly about the truck.
So at 8:30 this morning, I was at the bank's drive through cashing a very large check. The window drawer looks like the mechanical jaws of some prehistoric creature. After sliding the check into the jaws, the head teller came over to my window. She had a pensive look on her face as if she were about to deliver some bad news. I feared she say they would have to wait until the insurance check cleared before cashing my check. But that didn't happen. She said, I'm going to have to give you some of this in small bills. I breathed a sigh of relief.
A few moments later she shoved an envelop stuffed with cash through the jaws. I feared it looked the proceeds from selling a trunk full of drugs. I'm guessing that had I been stopped by police, they would have assumed I was a dealer and beaten me senseless with a hose before I could explain that I was only going to buy a truck. Thankfully, there were no authorites in the area.
When I got to the used car dealership the truck sitting at by the road looked exactly like my truck. Jilda parked the Honda and we got out for a look. The truck was as clean as my old truck. When I looked at the odemeter, it had almost half the miles as my truck had. There was one small dent in the hood, otherwise it looked great.
The center of the seats were tan where mine were gray and the truck was an automatic with cruise controll. Otherwise it could have been mistaken for my truck sitting there...well except for my truck now has a caved in roof, bursted windshield, back glass, and a bale of pine needles in the bed.
I drove it around the block and everything worked as expected. It wound up costing me $300 more than my settlement because I'd forgotten to include taxes and other expenses associated with transfering ownership to me. But this truck had tires and a battery that were practically new.
When I pulled onto the Interstate, I rolled down the windows, jacked up the stereo, set the cruise controll, and pointed that baby home.
I am a happy camper.
So at 8:30 this morning, I was at the bank's drive through cashing a very large check. The window drawer looks like the mechanical jaws of some prehistoric creature. After sliding the check into the jaws, the head teller came over to my window. She had a pensive look on her face as if she were about to deliver some bad news. I feared she say they would have to wait until the insurance check cleared before cashing my check. But that didn't happen. She said, I'm going to have to give you some of this in small bills. I breathed a sigh of relief.
A few moments later she shoved an envelop stuffed with cash through the jaws. I feared it looked the proceeds from selling a trunk full of drugs. I'm guessing that had I been stopped by police, they would have assumed I was a dealer and beaten me senseless with a hose before I could explain that I was only going to buy a truck. Thankfully, there were no authorites in the area.
When I got to the used car dealership the truck sitting at by the road looked exactly like my truck. Jilda parked the Honda and we got out for a look. The truck was as clean as my old truck. When I looked at the odemeter, it had almost half the miles as my truck had. There was one small dent in the hood, otherwise it looked great.
The center of the seats were tan where mine were gray and the truck was an automatic with cruise controll. Otherwise it could have been mistaken for my truck sitting there...well except for my truck now has a caved in roof, bursted windshield, back glass, and a bale of pine needles in the bed.
I drove it around the block and everything worked as expected. It wound up costing me $300 more than my settlement because I'd forgotten to include taxes and other expenses associated with transfering ownership to me. But this truck had tires and a battery that were practically new.
When I pulled onto the Interstate, I rolled down the windows, jacked up the stereo, set the cruise controll, and pointed that baby home.
I am a happy camper.
Glad the deal worked out well
ReplyDeleteGood to hear you found one to your likings !
ReplyDeleteYea!!! I guess it's true what they say, everything happens for a reason.
ReplyDeleteIts funny how you can feel like you are doing something wrong when taking out your own money at the bank.
ReplyDeleteIs the old truck totaled? Seems like just jack up that roof, fit in a new rear window and its good to go.
Ahhhh ha! Good on you. Glad the deal worked out. Looking at the truck I am thinking, isn't this considered by most folk as the best truck on the road? That is an oval Ford insignia methinks. I have owned a few trucks, the Ford seemed to be the toughest, the '53 Chevy the purtiest.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get many, many more miles of enjoyment out of the pickup, the best all round vehicle ever designed. IMHO! ;-)
Congratulations. It took very little time to find what you wanted. I am happy for you.
ReplyDeleteThere is always a reason eh? Yup even Canadians must write this "eh" part in. Now try not to park it near trees even though you live all around them
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, you proud daddy--it's a truck!!
ReplyDeleteI hope you and your truck have a long and happy relationship.
ReplyDeleteHow great that you managed to fine a truck that you liked and is so much like the one that is no more
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your "new to you" baby. Whenever you buy a vehicle or house, there's always extra cost that they never mention until you sign on the dotted line.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy for you that you got an almost exact replica of your other truck.
Have a great week.
JB
Rick I am happy for you... the truck looks great xox ♡
ReplyDeleteWe had to pay cash for Favorite Young Man's Porsche. I think he's going to spend the rest of his life working on this and tweaking that.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie