There aren't a lot of things that my wife and I disagree on, but the few things that we do are kind of big. To name just one, she loves gas-guzzling, behemoth vehicles and I think people who drive those are pathetic (unless there is a legit reason to do so).
To put it simply, she's the woman who will drive a big ass Hummer that gets 2 MPG and I'm the woman walking or biking past the gas station with the shirt that says "Nice truck, sorry about your dick."
Not that she has a Hummer, and not that I walk or bike past many gas stations these days, but you get the point.
Still, even on this one point, we agree on one thing: old trucks are pretty awesome. For me, it's nostalgia. For her, it's everything else and the nostalgia.
The first several months of our relationship was a long distance one, me in Boise and she in Ketchum/Sun Valley. A few months in, we were driving back to Boise and saw an old truck for sale. It was awesome: a black 1978 Jeep J-10. We stopped to admire the old beast, then left.
A few weeks later, my then-girlfriend and her stepdad were talking to the guy who was selling it, and she ended up buying it for less than a thousand dollars.
To make this truck just a little more bad ass, it used to be owned by a famous musician (again, this is the Sun Valley area) who used it to plow his property when it snowed. The plowing equipment (minus the actual plow) is all still intact. It's just.... well, I love this damn truck.
