Big Mamma is what I finally decided to call the truck. Lyndsay and I had the distinct pleasure of driving a Ford F150 from Georgia to New Mexico.

 

The truck was big and people stayed out of our way. Early on in the trip we decided that we should come up with a name for the truck but we didn't want to force it. It should come naturally. We went back and forth with various names and finally thought we ended up with Hoss. Technically, this was the name we BOTH agreed on. Sometime on the ride home, I told her we should call it Big Mamma since we were girls, the truck should be a girl. (Girls RULE) I don't know if we ever agreed but Big Mamma is what I'm going to call her.

 

She got us to New Mexico and back with minimal problems, she hauled groceries for 18+ people, she drove us well over all of the snow, ice, and mudd. Mud has 2 d's because we had some serious mud after the snow melted on the reservation.

 

We fit right in with her in New Mexico. Everyone out there had a big truck. I think we would have had much less respect if we had a little wimpy car. :-) We were the envy of all the guys who came on the trip and a few Native's that we met. How did two girls end up with such a SWEET truck was the question. God REALLY loves us, We're His Favorites was my answer.

 

I tried in vain to find cowboy hats that we could afford. You can't drive a big truck without a cowboy hat. Hopefully, before the next trip we will find hats and boots that will help up look the part even better.

 

Sadly, today, I turn the keys back over to Bill. Big Mamma,  I will hold fond memories of you in my heart and as I am walking into the office, I will shoot you a smile and cherish the memories.