It's always interesting to hear peoples' stories about their first vehicle, and how that shaped their enthusiasm for years to come, maybe even a lifetime. As you may have noted in prior blog posts, I don't actually own a truck. Not that I dislike trucks, just that I don't really have a place to put it, and own a compact for my daily driver.
But I was really close to being a "truck guy." Back in high school, when I was saving up and contemplating my mode of transportation for my junior and senior year and into college, I really, really wanted a small pickup. As strange as this may sound, I wanted a plain-jane 1993 Toyota pickup something fierce. I'd ridden in some friends' similar trucks, and thought they were a hoot. Unlike today's hulking Tacoma, back then, the basic 2WD standard-cab truck was less than 3,000 pounds, and the 116-horse 22RE engine provided plenty of pep.
Not only that, but I'd just gotten back from visiting Texas as part of my tour of potential colleges. I fell in love with Baylor University, in of all places, Waco. So coming back from that trip put me in somewhat of a "pickup truck" mood and state of mind. I actually had started listening to country, and was known to occasionally come to school in Western attire (I kid you not. As far as I know, there are no incriminating photos floating around out there...I hope.)
But the more I tried to convince the parents to help me get a pickup (since they were pitching in a little more than half the cost of my ride, it was only fair) the more they resisted. My dad repeatedly said, "All your buddies will be asking you to move things for them. It's going to be a pain." Of course, that made me want one even more. But I finally relented and ended up getting a '93 Nissan Sentra XE coupe. Great car, that was. And it got me started down the path of being a compact enthusiast, as evidenced by the history of the cars I've owned (Sentra, VW GTI, Mazda Protege). My next car will probably be another compact. If I had room, I'd love to have a truck of some sort. I just took out a co-workers newly-acquired 1986 Mazda B2000, and actually enjoyed driving it.
So maybe I still have a little bit of a "truck guy" somewhere deep inside of me. When I finally have the space and the pockets to afford one, I might finally actually scratch that itch.