Until you crank up the V-6 and zoom/rattle down the road with some Shakira.

Which I am going to go do now. For possibly the first time in recorded history I am excited to be helping someone move.

Because yesterday I bought this truck. Then I drove around all afternoon, loading everything in the truck from lumber to boxes of wine, to young prostitutes and hitchhiking nuns. There was plenty of space.

I’m a truck lover. I love loading things in the truck, flexing my brawny muscles, and then driving around. YeeHaw. I know, I know, get a hobby.

Now I am going to attempt the greatest feat known to man: I am going to drive out of the Starbucks parking lot in Blacksburg. Will the 32 inch wheels defeat the 45 degree angle between the parking lot and the road? Will the rock guard come into contact with the street?

Wait and see, Dear Reader. Wait and see.

Further updates on this gripping early Saturday morning experience as they become available.