My boyfriend absolutely loves his truck.
The truck even has a name.
My boyfriend cleans, vacuums, washes, and waxes the truck each weekend. He uses a soft towel and dries the vehicle by hand. I know why he loves the truck so much. He worked all summer one year to save enough money to buy the truck. Jack beams with pride every time someone says nice truck. A couple of weeks ago, we took the truck out to the state forest to do some camping. I don’t love camping in the woods, but Jack does. He always makes sure that I have a good time, so I don’t mind going along. We have a small camper that attaches to the back of the truck. It’s just big enough for the two of us, with a queen bed, bathroom and kitchen. We even have a large tv in the corner so we can watch the weather and the news. While we were camping that weekend, the AC in the truck stopped working. We were only halfway to the park when the cold air stopped flowing. Jack pulled over on the side of the road to look at the AC, but he couldn’t resolve the issue. By the time we arrived at our destination. Jack was nervous and anxious and worried about the truck AC. We ended up going home on Saturday afternoon, so Jack could take the truck to a dealership. The AC had to be replaced. It was a pretty huge bill for the repair work, but Jack never hesitated to get it fixed.