Before I met my wife, I used to have a girlfriend, Erin (*), who would regularly accuse me of caring more for my pickup truck, a 1991 GMC Sonoma 4x4, than I did for her.
That's silly. I never left Erin outside in a blizzard (well, except for that one time). But it has to be said that my truck never complained about my lack of ambition.
Both Erin and my Sonoma were eventually stolen away from me, and I have trouble deciding which I would want to hurt more: the thiever of girlfriends or the thiever of pickups.
But life goes on, and after a while I met my wife, who is beautiful, supportive and caring. And I got a new pickup truck, which has a CD player, an extended cab and cruise control.
Things were going well until last Friday, when my wife's car broke down. Now, for lack of adequate finances, we will become a one-car couple. This means having to teach my wife how to drive a manual transmission; it means letting my wife drive my truck.
I am torn, to be sure. Will my wife take good enough care of my truck? Will she treat her good and not strip out the clutch? But more importantly, will there be a place for me in this relationship? With a pickup truck to call her own, will my wife decide that a husband is redundant?
(*) Not her real name