Squirt vs. The Tundra

Shortly after we were married, Vic sold his Toyota Tundra and purchased a Scion XA. There were a number of reasons for this, gas prices being not the least of them, and the Scion has been a good car. We affectionately refer to it as our truck, a running shoe, and the Squirt -- it's cute. Vic can get where he needs to go, although for upscale business meetings, he may park the Squirt a little distance from the building. With flat-folding back seats, he can fit lots of stuff -- his guitar, amp, pedal board, etc. We even took turns when driving it to California so that each of us had a chance to nap in the back on an air mattress. (We agreed that we felt a bit like the family dog, relegated to the back but poking our heads through the space between the front seats to find out what was happening.)


For Vic's birthday, I decided to give him the opportunity -- though just for a week -- to drive something more manly than cute. In fact, cute is the last word anyone would use to describe a Tundra. I located a local Toyota dealership that rents their vehicles, and made the arrangements. Then, as part of a birthday with several surprises, I directed Vic to the dealership, told him to wait in the Squirt, and ran inside to take care of the paperwork. When I brought him over to the truck and filled him in on the surprise, the biggest grin spread across his face. The grin grew when he stepped up into the driver's seat, and grew even more when he drove past me (in the Squirt) out of the lot.


(Although one might be concerned about the emotional ramifications of having to return such a beloved vehicle after only a week, we firmly believe that the financial shock when we refill the gas tank will loosen the hold the truck has on us.)


So if you are passed on the freeway by a grinning man in a charcoal gray Toyota Tundra, license plate BUZZ 04, wave hello. It's Vic.

Melinda