OK. SO, this may not seem strange to all the Americans and Canadians, because i think the Pick Up Truck is like some kind of national symbol for them BUT, in Autralia it's more likely to be a Ute (right?) SO therefore this strange obsession that I seem to have formed over the lsst couple of months should be about Utes, and NOT Pick Up Trucks.
I love a big truck. I have become obsessed with big trucks. Preferrably red, but any colour will do...so long as it's BIG.
I first came to the realisation that my simple admiration of trucks had spawned nasty little obsessive qualities, when I was on my way to work. I passed a house. A lovely house in the suburbs, white picket fence (actually I think it was brown, but white fits MUCH better into the story) and THREE count 'em THREE BIG TRUCKS in the DRIVEWAY. But OH! NO! These weren't just your average Aussie Four Runner. These three majestic beauties, who stood proud in their owner's front yard were CHEVROLET GMC 4X4 PICK UP TRUCKS. One red, one charcoal and one white. As we pulled farther and farther away I wiped the drool from my chin, and massaged my neck as I had strained a muscle from spinning around in my seat and craning my neck in order to watch the truck's for just a little bit longer than necessary. I fell in love.
I do this every day. I forget about my obsession for a few hours UNTIL, I see them again, and then, I fall in love ... again.
Who would have thought that man could create such a beautiful creature. Such a well thought out, sturdy, aesthetically pleasing machine.
I want one.
mona.
I love a big truck. I have become obsessed with big trucks. Preferrably red, but any colour will do...so long as it's BIG.
I first came to the realisation that my simple admiration of trucks had spawned nasty little obsessive qualities, when I was on my way to work. I passed a house. A lovely house in the suburbs, white picket fence (actually I think it was brown, but white fits MUCH better into the story) and THREE count 'em THREE BIG TRUCKS in the DRIVEWAY. But OH! NO! These weren't just your average Aussie Four Runner. These three majestic beauties, who stood proud in their owner's front yard were CHEVROLET GMC 4X4 PICK UP TRUCKS. One red, one charcoal and one white. As we pulled farther and farther away I wiped the drool from my chin, and massaged my neck as I had strained a muscle from spinning around in my seat and craning my neck in order to watch the truck's for just a little bit longer than necessary. I fell in love.
I do this every day. I forget about my obsession for a few hours UNTIL, I see them again, and then, I fall in love ... again.
Who would have thought that man could create such a beautiful creature. Such a well thought out, sturdy, aesthetically pleasing machine.
I want one.
mona.
