I felt manly. I felt manly hormones coursing through my veins, muscles ripped, and small cars better look out. “I’m driving a monster truck,” I exclaimed.
Not really a monster truck, but a jacked-up dual-cab four-by, and the last time I drove a truck this size? Maybe a decade ago in Austin, and that truck only had a pair of red pumps on the seat.
4-inch heels or 6-inch lift?
Bubba’s is diesel, and really, the big pick-up burning bio-diesel is more Eco-friendly than a hybrid, but anyway, I felt good. Work truck. Tools in the back. Safety vest and harness in the back seat. Headache rack. Enough engine power to merge on the freeway, not to mention height and presence, but easily got there.
View from the driver’s seat.
And the pain at the pump?