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I overheard a girl telling her boyfriend or husband something at NOPI. It was something like this..... "You're gonna have to get out of this little f---ing phase you're in!!!!" I laughed hysterically when she said it. I looked at my hubby, smiled, and told him, "She'll learn." I know this for a fact. She will learn. You see, I haven't always been this cool MinitruckerChic that everyone knows me as today. I used to be "normal". When I was 15, I dated a guy with a convertible Toyota that was lowered with a "Local Motion" sticker on the front window and a "No fat chicks, truck will scrape." sticker on the back of the tailgate. Thank goodness I wasn't fat then.... I never thought much about his truck except that it was a convertible and it kinda messed up my hair when we went out. Fast forward five years....I'm sitting at the Golden Gallon with a friend, waiting on another friend to bring the weekend party supplies (you know what I mean), and this little blue Toyota with blacked out windows comes scraping by. He honks the horn. Being the party girls we were; Paige and me followed but couldn't figure out where they went. A couple of days later, Paige and me went to hang out in town and there was the little blue truck again. We stopped and of course, I asked whose truck it was while trying to act like I didn't really care. BOY WAS HE UGLY!!!!! Absolutely not my type! No way!!! Can you say scraggly scrub with shorts 4 sizes too big? (He was a lot skinnier then!) For some reason, even though I was not attracted to him, we kept hanging out. Then one night I showed up at his house very drunk and very wasted and very unable to make it home. He invited me to stay the night. That night, although I probably would have done anything he suggested, he laid next to me, put his arm around me, and we went to sleep!! A few weeks later, we had our first "real" date. We went to Stone Mountain to see the laser show. We talked a lot. We found out that we had the same dream house. I had a copy of it in my purse. Right after I pulled it out and he saw that it was the same house (very unusual style house), he asked me to marry him. I was skeptical but I was also 125 miles from home. I said yes thinking that I would get out of it later. Needless to say, I didn't get out of it. What does all of this have to do with custom vehicles, you say? It's like this, we had a minitrucker wedding. Yes, a long line of trucks following one very low, very decorated little blue Toyo across town honking their horns. Yes, we had to stop at the first car wash (in our tux and gown) to wash it before the paint got messed up.
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Yes, originally, I only humored him about his truck. It used to be something HE did---Now it's something WE do!! It's hard for me to remember exactly when I crossed the line. I just know that at some point, I started making lists of things to do to "THE TRUCK". He got tired of the Toyota, so we bought an S-10. He had it a few weeks when I started ordering stuff for it to give him for Christmas. My car trunk was full of chrome parts; drop spindles, and other things that I didn't even know the name of back then. All this time, I was telling him that we didn't have the cash to order those things. One week in November, he came home with the ugliest truck I had ever seen in my life! (You have to admit, Nissan's look like crap at stock height.) Boy, did I hit the roof. I think my words were,” I hope you didn't sign any papers because you are taking that ugly ass truck back!" His response was basically; "I can lower it cheaper than the S-10." I was so pissed that I didn't tell him about the S-10 parts. I just took them back and refused to buy anything for the Nissan for a while. Then I broke down and bought wheels for it. That was it. I was in love!!! I loved doing different things to the truck. I loved going to shows. I even loved going to club meetings. When I went to my first Heat Wave, I was 6 mos. pregnant, riding halfway across the country with non-adjustable suspension. But I didn't care. I was having the time of my life. I guess the point I'm trying to make is this. If you're a guy, and your girl is not interested in the lifestyle--keep trying. She might come around. If you're a girl and your guy spends money on things that you think are "worthless little chrome thingy wiggits", cut him some slack and for goodness sakes, RELAX a little...In a couple of years, if you're still around, you'll either be out in the garage helping him shave the door handles on his newest project or you'll be in the house pissed because he's starting all over. IT'S MUCH MORE FUN ON THIS SIDE OF THE LINE!!!! Brandi P. S. I know this is not my usual "in your face" style but I'm home alone while the hubby is still in the hospital and I'm kinda bummed. At least, you all got a closer glimpse of the "real" us. Comments to MinitruckerChic@aol.com
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