The trouble with having a truck once, is that it’s hard to go back to not having a truck. The trouble with having a hobby that involves really large, sometimes immobile objects with really large, frequently heavy parts, is that it’s handy to have a truck. So, when Scarecrow went away, I had to have another truck. Something to tow, and haul, and hopefully not burn as much gas as the last big truck I had.
Enter the Suburban diesel, which has the added appeal of being somewhat rare. And, enter Snoshu, who arrived and promptly asked for $2500 as she ate her injection pump, as the 6.5 diesels in the Suburbans are wont to do. Once that little matter was put behind us, I very much enjoyed my Suburban. Long-distance trips were a breeze: Snoshu towed the next two cars on this list home, as well as dragging everything from a Chevy Cavalier to a Lincoln Town Car, depending on what was needed.
The only reason Snoshu left was to make way for something even bigger; the RV that I currently live in.