When I moved to Texas, I got a job where I was commuting between locations in San Antonio and Houston on the regular, so my 350z (which was heavily modified for track use) wasn't an ideal vehicle. So I figured "I'm in Texas" and went pickup truck shopping. Wound up getting a full-sized Tundra (made right around the corner from where I worked too).
About a week into having it, one of the awesome country-boy dudes I work with asks "So you hit anything with it yet?" and I'm like "What do you mean? I've gotten it stuck in mud once so far" and he replies "Hit a rat, deer, hog?"
I reply "Well I almost ran over a Prius when we were in Houston" he pauses thinks for a moment and says "Well, those are pretty rodent like, I guess it counts"
When I moved to Texas, I got a job where I was commuting between locations in San Antonio and Houston on the regular, so my 350z (which was heavily modified for track use) wasn't an ideal vehicle. So I figured "I'm in Texas" and went pickup truck shopping. Wound up getting a full-sized Tundra (made right around the corner from where I worked too).
About a week into having it, one of the awesome country-boy dudes I work with asks "So you hit anything with it yet?" and I'm like "What do you mean? I've gotten it stuck in mud once so far" and he replies "Hit a rat, deer, hog?"
I reply "Well I almost ran over a Prius when we were in Houston" he pauses thinks for a moment and says "Well, those are pretty rodent like, I guess it counts"
I fucking love Texas, can't wait to move back.