After much deliberation and virtually no help from any of you (except for my good friend Brian Washington, thanks for your help, and yes we will use this to pull trailers cross country en route to AWK concerts) I have used my own creative ability, combined with a little initiative (something you should all consider using occasionally) I came up with this perfect name. She may not be the best, but she's up there.
For some reason I had a ridiculous setting that only allowed people with google accounts to comment on my posts. I know there are thousands of you reading this without google accounts who would like to comment. Now you can. I changed the setting.
Good luck getting this piece out of your head within the next week.
I've always been one for breaking barriers, and at 6:00 pm March 7th, I did just that by purchasing a silver 1989 Chevrolet Suburban 1500 Scottsdale edition. Up until now, only high school kids could be seen driving '89 Suburbans. Seriously, and they never appreciate it. These little ingrates drive them by default, and worse yet, they're embarrassed by it! If they only knew.
However, there is a small group who aspire to own and operate these perfectly engineered machines..... Number me among those heroes.
'Burbans made an impact on me right from birth. One of my earliest memories was driving in our family's 1977 white Suburban (never in a car seat, wasn't necessary). How could I forget? That thing was parked in the driveway for nearly half my childhood until one day it was gone (by the way, which one of my sisters totaled that betty?). Many memorable miles were logged in the Suburban. Richard masterfully maneuvered that Chevy through the Olympus Cove, always with one hand on the wheel, and never with a seat belt fastened. Probably the main reason I respect my father so much. I love you Dad!
Suburban driving skills must be genetic. Shortly after the ink hit the paper on the bill of sale, I settled into the driver seat, my right hand found the top of the steering wheel that's big enough to direct a cruise ship, the corresponding thumb rebelliously shot to the left and found a cozy spot of it's own. Instinctively, my left elbow settled on the armrest guiding my forearm upright. My fore and middle finger also found a home, that's right, resting on my temple. Just like dad (allegedly). I was born to drive this vehicle!!!
This one is for my brothers and sisters, relive it!
We can all agree that this beast will be a wonderful addition to the family. Mainly, the Suburban's purpose will be to fulfill her obligation to Summit Tile and Stone allowing the Tacoma to settle into a less strenuous position. But, aside from serving as a daily work vehicle the 'burb will play. Its hard to not already envision a streak of silver and mud sliding through the Utah outdoors, while carrying as many as 45 people at a time. Already this truck is slated to carry half of Hot Property during ragnar '08.
This is just proof that dreams do come true.
At this point, I will solicit your help. A truck of this caliber needs a name. Take a look and tell me what you think.
And yes, I know, I am awesome.
You can probably notice the 135 lbs of diamond plate that adorns much of the interior and exterior. A nice touch I thought. Jealous, Mexicans?
