White Truck - the little engine that maybe?

My husband takes an inordinate amount of time to research, study and contemplate the purchase of any high ticket item.  

The last truck we purchased took Larry two years to decide upon.  His high performance racing bike, three years.  

Backing up the new trailer, Charlie, the short truck bed presented the clear and present danger of smacking the back window.  

“We need a new truck.” Larry suggested.

“We don’t have two years.”  I said. 

After a few Sundays perusing salesmen-less new car lots, and reading reviews, we decided on a Ford, again.  It took Larry one month.  Read that again, One Month.

On March 17th, a perfectly sunny Wednesday, we waltzed into the Ford dealership on Interstate 25, and purchased a white, 2021 F-150 with some complimentary bells and whistles we didn’t need because the original purchaser failed to pick her up.  Larry calls her Great White.  She has a standard truck bed, an extra foot compared to our 2007 Green F-150.

The caveat was she needed to be outfitted with a gooseneck ball for the fifth-wheel hitch.  Lo and behold, Ford had redesigned the frame but hitch manufactures hadn’t.  Last Friday, seven weeks after our purchase, B&W redesigned and released the new ball.

In those seven weeks, we’ve ventured to Colorado’s western slope to check out a bogus property for sale, flew to Tampa to visit my stepson, an air traffic controller who loves dogs too, spent a few days printing my linoleum tiles at the WonderhandStudios, dry camped in Madrid, NM for a weeklong mica clay workshop at RangeWest Gallery, and I drove to Aspen to visit my youngest adult children and their boyfriends for Mother’s Day weekend, while we wait.

As two retired air traffic controllers, we are learning there are things outside of our ‘control.’

Big White is still sitting poised at the dealership.  T-minus 3 days we leave.  Or do we?