Now if you know me at all, you know that I hate small towns and farm life. Sorry if you live in a small town or on a farm, it's just not for me. BUT, I have this strange obsession with old pickup trucks. We'll be driving along and I will see one and be all "OOOOH! LOOK AT THAT!" and Andy will just shake his head because that is so far outside of my personality that he just doesn't even understand. I don't even LIKE cars. If someone tells me, "oh that's a 2012 Ferrari blahblahblah that goes 4 gagillion mph and costs 1 boatload of cash", I'm like, "*snore*". But old pickups? Love them.
I see an old rusted out version of this truck every morning on my way to work. I LOVE it. I want to follow the guy and see if he will sell it to me.
But, my ultimate dream truck would be one like this (you could give me the house in the back too, if you wanted):
A 1941 Ford Pickup. In teal, of course.
I don't even know where my strange obsession for old trucks came from. My family has never even owned a pickup truck. It's probably because I like old things (like our house for example). I've been trying to get Andy to buy one so that we can use it to haul stuff while redoing our yard. This is what he offered to buy me:
A 1992 Ford Ranger. Uh no. Not even close. His excuse is valid, old cars (like old houses) take a lot of time and money to maintain. We have neither of those things right now. Andy's dad has two awesome old cars that he's been working on for a long time.
A 1955 Chevy 210 that looks like this:
And a 1955 Ford Fairlane that looks like this, but is a little more maroon-y in color and in need of a lot more work:
I really think I was born in the wrong time period sometimes. But I realize if I lived in the 1940's-50's, there would be no such thing as Sephora, iPads, and the internet. Three things I can't live without.
Do you have any weird obsessions that are completely out of left field from your personality like I do?