The week we cleaned our already clean Land Cruiser, we mourned over its perfection and its moving on, and woefully put it up for sale. When it sold, knowing it would be going to a family man from the Northwest who would take his wife and kids and dogs out for adventures in it made saying goodbye to our ideal vehicle a bit easier. So we wiped our hands clean and looked forward.
Nick spent something like 16 hours on a train to Albuquerque, en route to pick up what would become our new truck: a bro’d out Toyota Tundra. It was loud and it was burly and it would fit any camper we found... Which he did find and picked up on his way home.
After getting it home, we spent hours scrubbing it down, vacuuming and toothbrushing the in-between spaces. We made the updates we needed, scoured the carpet and put on fresh seat covers. Nick did days worth of back-breaking labor to update the suspension and get it off-road ready while I scraped someones makeup out of the glove compartment.
There is something quite bonding between you and an object when you are taking a tiny brush to all of its nooks and crannies. In deep cleaning this truck, it was like I was caring for it and with each bristle swipe, I was claiming that much more ownership, taking a granules more claim and wiping away the old stories to make room for the new ones.
As hard as it is to say goodbye to that perfect and wonderful vehicle that we owned, one that was sparkling clean with every imaginable wish-list adventure-vehicle item attached to it, in selling it and starting over with something that has required bruises and back aches to get into shape, we are making room. Its already got dents and bumps in it, and we don’t get to say that every scratch and dent is some great story of ours. But, we do get to tell you about how we got that new one or the funny story about the melted part where the previous owner left a neat little hand imprint on the front bumper. That’s a good one.