Lifetime

Figured id go back one more time to my truck. I know what your thinking... But i really dont care. Last night i finally saw a truck that i liked the looks of better than mine. I could most likely trade him even, and still have the chance to. Yes it did cross my mind. Here is the beautiful truck i saw last night while going to look at a different truck that the guy had that my dad is buying. Its a really bad hobby i wouldnt recommend it.

Yes this truck is perfect. Yes the guy takes it to car shows, but its an old truck. The way they ride and handle is just completely different to that of my style truck. 

So this summer my plan instead is to have my truck professionally painted and get it to the point where i feel like i can take it to car shows. I would love to be able to do that. Ive spent many hours at car shows with my grandfathers model a fords, but thats just not the same thing. So i guess me seeing a prettier girl made me want a prettier girl, but its still gonna be my girl. 

True friendship

I dont know what i would do without my bestfriends. Not that there is a lot of them, but there is a little saying that goes, keep your circle small and your beers cold. Not that we really drink yet... But anyways. There is one guy however that is just always there. Always at my house. I dont think i havnt not seen him every weekend this year. 

We have done some crazy stuff. Theres been several late nights out raising hell in the snow. The most memerable night that i have ever had with my small circle of friends (mitchell, casey, and uncle chowds) would be the night we went around Bangor pulling casey on a sled behind mitchells car in a snow storm. Before you say it wasnt safe we are all profesionals and safety gear was well used. Although the behavior it self, probably not so profesional. 

Im glad to have them guys as friends, i dont know what im going to do all summer when mitchell and casey go on cruise. But that will all be all right considering i get to spend all year with them next year. Until then the crazy late weekends continue and them just showing up at the house will never get old, they are the best friends you could ask for.

Data points are high on the y-axis

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hKWmFWRVLlU 

This guy right here has it all right. If the link doesnt work its the hot crazy matrix on youtube. The presentation of the different kinds of women out there in this video is spot on. 

First off for any of you girls he is not saying if your below a 5 you are a no go, somewhere there is a guy out there that will think you are a 10. In no way is this derogatory towards girls because it depends on the guy where he would put you on the chart. That being said i hope you liked his version for girls towards guys. The more money a guy has the less everything else matters right? You can say whatever you want thats true 75% of the time. 

I dont know about the other guys in this class, but all my data points seem to be above that line so far. Me and friends joke about how the girl is probably going to be  a future hair dresser, or in one case already a hair dresser. I think that this video is actually somewhat helpful for a young guy. Always remember if you find a girl from 8-10 at a 4 crazy, we all need to study it. If shes below a 4 crazy your talking to a dude!! I hope to eventually get below that crazy line and into the date zone. 

I think that instead of the money axis for the guys one it should be how big your truck is. But then when you go into that catagory that would refer back to the hairdresser catagory, if that makes sense. 

Top of the world

March 27th 2014 my little girl became a big girl. Courtesy of a 6" rough country suspension lift and 35" bfg all terrains. The first night i drove it home after it was finished is just an undescribable feeling. 

Ever feel like king dingaling? If so im sure you could describe that momet where you felt above everybody else. That next week was my moment. The countless people staring at you as you drove by them, or the guys that would talk to you at the gas station about what your truck was. It never gets old to this day to have somebody ask me what year my truck is, just to tell me that it is in good shape.

Feeling above everybody else has its downfalls however. But some of the lessons are learned were well worth it. I learned that if you feel like you can do better than try it. Simply get out there and try it. If you fail you fail. I did and im ok with that. Now to bring everything back down to a down to Earth level. Its just an old truck. But its my old truck and i love it. 

At the middle

Not quite there yet, but good enough for now. 2 inches of lift on 33 bfgs. I ran my truck like this for over a year and it got me through everything i needed to. I would almost say that this was the most simple times for me, meaning girls werent getting crazy yet. 

I like that it has never let me down. Not once has it broken down on me on the side of the road. Of cource when you take care of things they always seem to work better. Of cource. I love how people expect to buy vehicles and just drive them. They do take care and they know it. Even though it wasnt quite what i wanted yet i still took care of it, because i knew someday it was going to be exactly what i wanted. So here it is midway through its stages of awesomeness. Sitting on top of a feild. Not quite above the hay yet. 

Started from the ground now its here

I first purchased my truck in June of 2012 it was a 1996 GMC Southern comfort edition. I didnt know exactly which direction i was going to go with it, but one thing is for sure it was going to go 👆 up. 

I think all of us have had thoughts or plans on what we wanted our first vehicle to be. Growing up with a father that always owned a nice lifted truck kinda ruins your ideas on having just a car. This truck was not my first choice. I had always wanted a square body Chevy. Anybody that knows a thing or two about trucks would agree with me that leaf spring suspension does not make a wonderful daily driver. So one day on Craigslist we came up with this beauty. One owner truck, owned by an old lady whose husband had past away. As you can imagine the truck was in imaculate shape, but not quite how old jimmy wanted it. 

Here is the beauty, here is where everything started. In a little garage in small town ME.