But buying a truck isn't easy--there are so many--and they're not cheap. So, you do a checklist of your needs:
1. Enough towing power for 9,000 pounds of trailer and horses.
2. Comfort for the rider.
3. Safety features
4. Wow factor, to make me love it.
5. Utility as a second car (because we traded in our sedan.)
6. Oh, and a BACK UP CAMERA!!! How many times have I jumped out and in and out in trying to get the ball to the hitch?!?!? Too many!!
After looking at all the options, by serendipitous chance, ie. targeted Facebook ads, that caught me searching for new trucks and blasted me with every FOR SALE truck withing 1000 miles--I saw a 2014 beauty. It was a brownish color Tundra with saddle brown, leather seats, and for some reason, it made my heart sing, like Wild Thing.
(This color is no longer available)
This is the color I now have--Mesquite.
Are you sensing a theme here? Horses? Ranch? Well, that's because the Toyota 1794 Tundra is made in Texas, on the oldest ranch in the USA, founded in 1794. They made this truck to be a luxury rig--and towing beast. It has special breaks, shocks, axles, tires, towing controls--pretty loaded.
And the inside....oh my!! Saddle brown leather throughout.
My brother sells Toyotas, so I called him and asked him if he could find me a new one with everything I needed. He did. Within a day, he had delivered me this truck--with every available option--below price.
Voila! My new heart-truck. It looks brown in this light, but it has speckles, and depending on the lighting, can look black, gray, purple, copper, or brown. It has personality, baby! Pizzazz!
But those god awfu decals. Blah humbug!! Those puppies are coming off! They're easy to remove, I guess.
So, I did ride with that large group the other day, rather than just hauling and walking around, and Leah did AWESOME!
Then, last night, I got a ride along the river with my dear, beloved Heart Horse, Cowboy!!
And, I released baby Tumbleweed and the boys into the pasture for the first time--where he promptly ran the fence line with Foxy until Little Joe could herd him back. Then he escaped to Foxy. Got herded back. And on and on, all day.
He's a funny little shit, that's for sure. He plays hard with the geldings--rearing up, biting them, but when they go to deliver his discipline, he instantly reverts to the baby mouth--"I'm just a baby, don't kill me!" Quite funny how he uses that to get away with so much. The boy is hilarious!! And ALL the horses love him.