Not to sound too much like the late Andy Rooney, but you ever notice how you don’t see many compact pickups anymore? Is bigger really always better?
While out driving the other day, one of my kids made a thought-provoking comment about the latest pickup offerings. “Dad, there’s full-size and mid-size, but no small size.”
So true. In the greatest marketplace in the world, where we’re so accustomed to choosing ‘small, medium or large’ things, the small pickup option has been yanked off the table. However, the value certainly remains.
The first vehicle I learned to drive was a four-speed 1984 Toyota pickup. That was in 1987. (Geez…I just caught myself writing ‘four-speed.’ You don’t see that in print much anymore.)
It was the first new vehicle Mom had ever bought. It was sold a few years later because Dad, a Marine, had gotten orders to transfer from Camp Pendleton to MCLB, Albany, Ga.
The new owner, an older teen, wrecked the truck not long after. Too bad. I had regularly washed and cleaned that pickup. It was in pristine condition at the time of sale.
