I’ve missed a week of posts. I’ve been out truck shopping. Or, rather, Mike’s been out truck shopping. Scout and I have gone along for moral support, and to help wear the salesmen down with our constant jibber-jab. Truthfully, I know very little about trucks, although after living with Mike’s obsession and desire to share his very thorough research, I now have an entire quadrant of my brain swimming in truck-related words: Duramax, Cummins, turbo-diesel, Vortec, V8, long-box, short-box, crew cab, extended cab, three-quarter-ton, hemi, Allison® transmission, tie rods, 6-liter, drum brakes, disc brakes, tow package, tow hooks, payload, torque, bad-ass rims and tires, bull bar. The list goes on, mindnumbingly so.
Last weekend, we went to Coeur d’Alene where Mike test drove a Chevy crew cab long-box with a Duramax engine. It had quite a few cosmetic problems but none that Mike was willing to sweat over. He liked the truck and actually tried to initiate a deal. The guys at Dale’s, however, weren’t what I would call “motivated to sell” or even, I would venture to say, reasonable. The deal didn’t happen.
“Something better will come along,” I told Mike, who of course knew that in his mind, but still felt somewhat disappointed and annoyed. The search continued.
Seven long, agonizing (for Mike) days passed and a new truck flashed all sparkly on his radar, making his truck-buying senses tingle with excitement. This one was in Deer Park, Washington, and so we all loaded into the white Chevy and went for a drive. An examination of the truck and a short test-drive later, and Mike went in for the deal, probably half an hour after we arrived. For anyone familiar with buying a car, next comes the most time-consuming part of the process. Dealing, trading in, bank approval, and paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Two hours of sitting in the waiting room of the dealership had us all feeling a little loopy:
However, I’m happy to report that we were out in a couple more hours and Mike drove off the lot with a new toy (erm…I mean, with a serious manly tool to be used for lots of manly things). His new baby is a 2009 GMC Sierra 2500 HD 6-liter with heated black leather seats and champagne exterior. See, I guess those truck words do come in handy and…champagne, huh? After today, I think we need some!
The moral, as told by Moose:
“The moral of this story is that, even though sometimes things don’t work out like we originally plan, sometimes they work out better if we give it a bit more time. Things have a way of working out. If Mike had forced a deal with Dale’s salesman, he would’ve gotten a terrible deal, hard feelings, and less truck for his buck. So, when deals don’t go through and something doesn’t work out, give it time. Unless you’re a dog, in which case, instant gratification is definitely the way to go.”