I left my Dark Blue 1994 Ford Ranger at the dealership Friday evening. I needed it to get an inspection, the appointment was for 10AM Saturday, and my folks were coming up that morning… so I needed to be home to meet them, then we’d all go pick up my truck. Or so I thought.
10AM Saturday, I was told that my truck couldn’t pass inspection due to a change in the law regarding window-tint and stickers that go between the glass and the tint. Okay, I’ll have to take care of that hassle, I thought.
Parents arrive, and we head over to the dealership around 1PM. King Dadorah wants to look around at vehicles, as he does everytime he’s with 100 miles of a dealership, while Momthra just wants to get gone.
At Dad’s insistance, I look around at some of the Rangers in stock… I like the general Ranger feel, having grown accustomed to it, and have often asserted that if I were to buy a new vehicle, it would probably be a Ranger.
Man, I hate it when I’m right. 3 hours later, I’m the proud owner of a shiny 2004 Red Ford Ranger.
The kicker? 3 hours after that, my parents (well, Dad.) have also traded in the vehicle they came up in on a new Ford F150.
Hell yeah, another Ranger owner. Mine’s (okay, after two more years of payments it will be mine!) a not-quite-so shiny and new dark green 2001 model. The first vehicle I ever drove was my parents’ Ranger when I was maybe 12…shhhh, don’t tell the coppers. I’ve been driving it for three years now and haven’t had a problem yet.
BTW, I hope your parents didn’t drive up in a rental!
I did something like that a few years ago…drove into the Nissan dealership to check the price of a part for my truck, which had 230,000 miles on it. (My previous Nissan truck had 127,000 on it when I traded it in.) I stopped to look at the new 2000 Frontiers…3 hours later, I was home in a new truck. The bitch was getting all of the junk out of the old King-Cab and into the new one. I just dumped it all in the bed and sorted it out at home.
The last thing the salesman said to me, upon noting the milage of the last two trucks I drove…“Well, I guess I’m never going to see you again before I retire, am I?”
