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Where do large pickup trucks roam free? America! The only place in the world where you can find pickup trucks around every corner. America is in love with trucks, and the affair is stronger than ever. We are conceived in trucks, born in trucks, live in trucks, work in trucks, have fun in trucks, and die in trucks. Is there any other way?

Mr. Truck with a B.S. in Trucknology,

my office has 4 wheels and a view of the Rockies.

Who would choose a car over a truck? Trucks give you a feeling of power and safety. You are the king of the road in a truck. Cars are vehicles you lay down in and crawl out of. Trucks are like sitting at your kitchen table, easy to climb into and slide out of. Trucks can offer benefits for your dating game.

Get close and cuddle up on a bench seat without a console getting stuck up your differential. Who needs a backseat! You can’t even reach the A/C from there. Have you ever seen a car with a rifle rack? Doubtful. You get to see a lot more scenery from your truck. You know truckers have an advantage looking down into convertibles.

Trucks are as American as baseball, hot dogs, and apple pie. Everywhere you turn, pickups are there. They are lined up at the local bar like the horses were tied up outside an old West saloon. When you arrive at the church, some of those same trucks are there as well.

There is a variety of trucks, from minis to midsize, from half-tons to heavy duties, and beyond. There are also as many unique and customized trucks as there are truck owners.

If you have the money, you can accessorize your truck with all the fancy toys cars come with. I am talking about the giant sunroof, massaging and cooled seats, heated steering wheel, and a fully-integrated smartphone interface.

You can go above and beyond with decorating your truck: huge mud flaps, headache rack, semi-style exhaust stacks, hood ornaments, bull bumper, running boards, and stickers.

When you own a truck, everyone wants to borrow it. Why not, can you haul horses, cows, compost, lawn mowers, firewood, or giant furniture in a car?

The pickup I learned to drive first was Dad’s 1953 Ford three-quarter ton. I learned to do those famous “Jack Rabbit starts” as dad would call them when I was twelve years old. I enjoyed immensely when my boys started to drive. They would help me fix fence with the dually. It took both of them to push in the clutch to start it. I would wave to them from down the fence line to bring up the truck, and I would see their little heads bobbing up and down above the steering wheel as they struggled to push in the clutch.