But this is not one of those times.
It began with an auto show I went to at the Convention Center this winter with my fiance and his brother.
I’d never been to an auto show, but I always thought that people who went to them enjoyed big American pickup trucks, NASCAR, chewing tobacco, ketchup, and deviled ham. Often at the same time.
(Please note: Perhaps I should have thought about this more carefully, as my central beliefs include the following:
- Deviled ham is delicious on soft white bread with the crusts cut off
- It will eventually be revealed that Biblical references to “manna” are code for “ketchup”
I was less than thrilled to discover that the entire upper floor was American cars. I may have been whining about why there weren’t any Audis when I saw it.
The Ford F-150 Raptor SVT.
It was bright orange, and I was in love. I struggled past the pack of men to sit inside.
Right then (or possibly after googling) I knew. I would need it in Tuxedo Black, and definitely in the 6.2 L version, as the 5.4 L would be unacceptably slow for my purposes.
Like any good romance, this one seems a bit star-crossed at first blush, particularly by arguments about practicality.
So ... consider this the definitive response to those who question me.
No, haters. I don’t live in a desert or even within 100 miles of an unpaved road, and no, I don’t race trucks in Baja. But whatever. I might someday.
To further my case, I offer you a sampling of uses relevant to my daily life.
There is the obvious: