Ford v. Chevy

Growing up in Texas, there was nothing sexier than a guy with a big… TRUCK. Get your minds out of the gutter, TCD readers!

When a high school hottie’s 16th birthday came around and he rolled up to the school parking lot in a big, fully-loaded truck, girls heads definitely turned. I don’t know what it is about a guy in a big truck, but it definitely makes you want him to take you for a ride. So, for those of you men reading this deciding what truck to go out and buy now, Chevy or Ford?

This debate has been hot & heavy for years and every time there always seems to be a different winner. And we’ve heard all the acronyms from both sides…

Ford: Fix Or Repair Daily
Ford: Found On Road Dead

Chevy: Charged Heavily
Chevy: Cheapest Heap Ever enVisioned Yet

I’ll make my case for both…

Chevy

Living in Dallas, you might as well assume that the guy picking you up for a date is going to pull up in a Tahoe. If you live and/or work in Uptown Dallas, there is a 90% chance you have driven this car, in black of course, and I can’t say I’m complaining. There really isn’t anything better than a hot guy stepping out of a Tahoe… especially if he’s stepping out to open the door for you.

Ford

Now this is the alpha male vehicle. Any true Southern guy, you know the hunter, fisher, camping type, is going to be driving a fully-loaded Ford (preferably a King Ranch). I am all for this car, mainly because I presumptuously jump to the conclusion that the driver is a true-to-form Southern gentlemen.

But let’s be real here. If he shows up to pick us up in any jacked up truck older than 1980 we’re going to fall in love with the idea that it’s his grandfather’s truck he fixed up and that he must be a southern gentlemen who drinks lemonade on the porch while eating his mom’s homemade apple pie. Duh.

 

Overall, what’s the better choice? The Ford may win the truck pull, but this southern girl would rather be stepping into a Chevy Tahoe! But then again, you won’t see me hauling hay in there countryside anytime soon so you be the judge if that’s your case!

– Adrienne

Why All Men Should Drive Lifted Trucks

Here’s the thing, you men out there like to be the international symbols for strength, power and security.

If that is the case, why are so many riding around in their A4’s and C250’s trying to race their buddies with blacked out, half rolled down windows, wearing sunglasses and backwards hats, with of course, their system bumping unidentifiable rap music because it is so loud? Not to mention, they don’t even look like they’re enjoying it.

Note to those men: we know this game. Everything is strategic. The next move?

He’s going to glance to the side and pretend like he didn’t just see us singing and dancing in our jeep with the top down three lights back. Then again, maybe he didn’t because his car is smaller than your tires. Next maybe, just maybe, if his balls are as big as his rims, he’ll ask one of us for our number. Unfortunately, things will just go downhill from there. Like when he picks me up for our first date and I smack my face on the side of his car when I get in, because it’s so damn low to the ground and I’m not used to that kind of unbalance in my life.

Not to mention the fact that his strategic way of sitting in his seat allowed me to open my own car door. Thanks again for that one.

But then what do we do? Dinner? Movies? So overdone.

He relinquished his power to be a man when he spent all that money on his mediocre Benz, when he could have, oh I don’t know, had an attractive down payment on a house. Something real men would think about? Just a thought.

Also let’s not forget his fear of getting his “baby” dirty.
Truck guys don’t worry about that.

You know what’s not overdone? A man telling me to throw on some jeans and boots I can get dirty, because he’s got a case of beer, he wants to get some mud on the tires and he doesn’t know when we will be back. A man showing up to my house, knocking on my door, carrying my bag for me and walking me down the driveway to his TRUCK.

I’m not talking some F-150, Ram 1500, or Silverado 1500. I’m talking a Duramax, Powerstroke or Cummins. (SWOON)

Something that’s sitting there purring with its mud tires in all its glory. Him opening the door, telling me to play whatever I want on the radio, with an ice chest of cold beer in the back just waiting for me. Now, that is an image I can get behind.

I can stand behind a man who is willing to throw the cliché of the fast car and the hard music to fit this specific image out the window. I can stand behind a man who is willing to start an adventure rather than tinder away on his phone at our dinner date. I can stand behind a man who is willing to go out into the woods where there is no cell phone service with nothing but me, a cooler of beer and a bottle of Fireball. If he’s smart, he knows this is where to get some adventurous adrenaline running.

Being behind the wheel of that Duramax signifies him throwing away this false “man”-complex of the fast car and the cheap dates. It signifies him being willing to make an investment for his future. He’s adventurous enough to take the risk of getting stuck in the mud.

And to me, getting stuck in the mud would be worth it. And taking that adventure would be worth it. And he would be worth it.

Because even if it didn’t work out, it wasn’t draining. It was new, it was fun, and he was different.

Here’s some advice boys, take the adventure path. You never know what we’re capable of until you let us show you. And I’d like to thank the “truck guys.” The ones who hold the doors, the ones who drive the diesel fleet, the ones who drive slow to enjoy the view and the ones who aren’t afraid to be different.

Because at the end of the day, it was never just about the truck. But hey, we as women like to start out thinking as you pull up into our driveway in that truck to pick us up for our first date, that truck might just make all the difference.

– Carly