I'm jet setting out to my hometown with Woods later today. I'm playing travel companion as he has plans to get his hands on a truck at a dealership out there. While he is busy with that, I plan to eat, visit the fam, eat, see some mates, and well, eat. That is about all I basically do when I am in Tucson.
Some may think it's a bit crazy to go all the way to Arizona to purchase a vehicle, especially during this recession, but Woods could not locate the specific truck he was looking for. Luckily for him, there is one (or will be one) waiting for him when we arrive.
Woods and myself are part of a dying breed of drivers who prefer a stick over an automatic - take that as you will. Unfortunately, the bastards-that-be here in California don't fancy manual transmissions. All the soccer moms with their SUVs can't handle manuals while chatting on the phone and drinking their designer coffees. Whiny bitches - always ruining it for the rest of us.
I guess there was a upside to growing up in the southern part of Arizona - manual transmission trucks and Eegee's. Mmmm. And now Woods can enjoy them as well.
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