This week's blog post is going to be a bit different, as the topic is sort of muscle car related in principle, but mostly related to the fact that I get completely emotionally attached to my 4-wheeled friends. It has come time in my business that having a full-size three-quarter ton truck would make life easier and open up a few options on things that were not open before. I have located a 2001 Silverado 2500HD in Minneapolis that I'll drive up to purchase just as soon as this blog post goes live. Unfortunately, with the new Silverado in the garage I'll have to sell my beloved little 1996 Toyota Tacoma to make room, and I'll be honest in saying I'm heartbroken about it. I'm trying to find a practical way to keep it, and I'm really struggling.[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="480"] The Chevelle I fell in love with as a kid. An utter wreck, but my friend none the less.[/caption]
My emotional connection to cars started at an early age with the '64 Chevelle you see all over this website (just check the About Us page for examples). I knew early on that that car and I were friends and that it was my job to protect it. We became friends over the years, and that love grew into a restoration process between the car, myself, and my dad in high school. If that original relationship had never happened it's highly likely I wouldn't be writing you a blog post from the business I've built all around my love for muscle cars. Truth be told, had my dad not hung on to the Chevelle when it was completely illogical to keep it, I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing. This is a huge point for me to consider here.The next car I fell in love with was a '76 Nova. It was red, a 4-door, had an inline 6-banger that sounded like a sewing machine, and was used by all three kids in my family. It was originally purchased for my older sister in 1986 for $1000, then came to me in 1990, then to my little sister in 1994, and then back to me in 1995 when she decided that driving a rusted out Nova was not cool (but I always knew the car was just trying to find it's way back to me). I took it to college and it was the car I drove when I didn't drive the Chevelle (i.e. winter time, rain, when the Chevelle was busted, etc.). I put another 6-banger in it after the first one shelled, 2 transmissions, and 2 rear ends. I've jumped it twice (once on purpose) and took my wife on our first date in it. After college I couldn't bare to sell it, mainly because I knew it was junkyard material, so I've kept it in storage ever since waiting for the day when I could make it into something. My little boy Dallas just met it. Maybe that's who I was supposed to keep it for all this time. [caption id="attachment_3548" align="aligncenter" width="480"] SuperNova! It could carry 13 high schoolers to lunch and was started with a switch my dad rigged up. I could never force myself to sell it. And now my little boy has just met it....[/caption]
So this brings me back to my little Tacoma. I've owned it since 2000, and I hate to admit it, but I'm fairly confident it's the most well build vehicle I've ever owned. I've only done the book-routine maintenance to it as that's all it's ever needed. At 150,000 miles it still has the original clutch, the A/C blows cold, and it's just as tight and fun to drive as it was the day I bought it. I've always looked forward to winter time in Iowa just because I love driving it in the snow, and even now sometimes a part of my day I truly look forward to is when I get to drive to and from work, practicing my ability to match engine revs on upshifts. I love my little truck, and it's breaking my heart to see it go.
So this leaves me in a quandary. Should I do the logical thing and get rid of it? It still has some monetary value, and at this point in my life that's still a needed thing for our family. However, of all of the cars I've ever owned I've never sold the ones I've truly loved. Had my dad of done that with the Chevelle originally we never would have restored it together, and that huge bond we still have a result would never have been formed. There is one other factor that is pressing me as well, and that's the fact that both of my older kids love my little Tacoma. Actually, that's not strong enough. They L-O-V-E it. Sometimes as a treat we go for joyrides in it together, for no other reason that it's fun. My son can identify it just by engine note over a block and a half away. Oye.
Unfortunately I really have no way to end this post, other than to ask your help. I should state for the record that my wife is very understanding, but has pointed out that the logistics of keeping 5 vehicles at home are just a little bit stupid (even with a 2-car garage). What do you think? Is this the end of the road for my little green truck?-Robert Kibbe