Well, my little Busse enabler that I married is at it again. This time, it's not a knife. It's a new truck. My '89 Chevy has been with me through a lot of adventures, and I loved that old truck, but it finally had more issues than I had the time or energy to deal with. And with Kim getting more independent, I can forsee the time that I will be back in the woods and the boat again. So I have been debating about buying a truck, trying to find a good used one. This had turned into a major quest, as in our area used truck prices are way above what the Edmund's TMV and others indicate is the national average.
So for months Kathy has been saying things like, "Just go buy you a new one. You don't get as many opportunities to hunt and fish as you once did, so you need to be prepared."
I got it yesterday. A standard cab, short base, 4x4 Chevy, just like my old one. I told her that, if you keep something 16 years, and when you have to replace it you want one as much like it as possible, it must have been a good one.
It occurs to me that I can say the same thing about the woman. Heaven forbid, if I ever had to get another, I would want one just like her.
Now I've got to select a lucky Busse to become my truck knife. Problems, problems.
So for months Kathy has been saying things like, "Just go buy you a new one. You don't get as many opportunities to hunt and fish as you once did, so you need to be prepared."
I got it yesterday. A standard cab, short base, 4x4 Chevy, just like my old one. I told her that, if you keep something 16 years, and when you have to replace it you want one as much like it as possible, it must have been a good one.
It occurs to me that I can say the same thing about the woman. Heaven forbid, if I ever had to get another, I would want one just like her.
Now I've got to select a lucky Busse to become my truck knife. Problems, problems.
