Hey, you wanna hear somethin’ ’bout that Acura pickup truck? My neighbor, he’s always talkin’ ’bout cars, that one. He says Acura, ain’t never made no pickup truck. But now, they sayin’ maybe they will. Fancy name, Acura. Sounds like somethin’ a doctor would give ya.
He says, this Acura, it’s gonna be one of them, what’s that word? Premium. That means it’s gonna cost ya an arm and a leg, I reckon. Like that Hyundai Santa Cruz thing. I seen one of them down at the market. Shiny, it was. But who needs a shiny truck? Trucks are for haulin’, not for lookin’ at. They say that Santa Cruz, it costs a whole heap of money. Twenty-three thousand! Can you believe it? That’s more than my whole house cost! And that’s just the cheap one. The real fancy one, they say it costs, like, almost forty thousand. For a truck! Sheesh.
Now, this here Acura pickup truck, if they ever make it, it’ll probably be even more. ‘Cause it’s gonna be one of them “compact premium SUV” things. I heard it from my neighbor. He’s always reading them car things. He’s said it’s smaller than the other Acuras, like the MDX and the RDX, whatever those are. Sounds like somethin’ from out of space.
My old truck, bless her heart, she’s seen better days. But she still runs. Most days, anyway. Gets me to the store and back. Don’t need no fancy Acura pickup truck. What am I gonna do with a premium truck, anyway? Drive it to the bingo hall? Ha!
This new truck, they might call it the ADX. Another one of them letter names. Why can’t they just call it a truck? Like, “Acura Truck.” That’s easy to remember. These newfangled names, they just confuse an old lady like me. Just another truck, I reckon. Probably got all them fancy doohickeys.
- Heated seats, probably.
- One of them screens, bigger than my TV.
- Probably even talks to ya.
Don’t need none of that. Just need somethin’ that’ll start in the mornin’ and get me where I need to go.
They say this Acura pickup truck, it’s gonna be a big deal. All the young folks, they’ll be linin’ up to buy one, I bet. Spendin’ all their money on a fancy truck. When a good old used one would do just fine. Save their money for somethin’ important. Like a house. Or a good pair of shoes.
I seen a lot of trucks in my day. Big ones, small ones, ones that rattle and shake like they’re about to fall apart. Never seen an Acura one, though. Don’t even know if it’s a real thing or just somethin’ people are makin’ up. They like to do that these days, make up things, specially about cars.
This Acura pickup truck, it’s a mystery to me. But if it does come around, you know the neighbor will be talkin’ my ear off. He’ll probably want me to go down to the dealership and look at it. Not sure why. I ain’t buyin’ no fancy truck. I’m too old for that kind of thing.
My old truck, she might be rusty, and she might be loud, but she’s mine. And she’s paid for. That’s the most important thing, you know. Not havin’ to owe nobody nothin’. Especially not for no Acura pickup truck. No sir.
These new trucks, they’re all the same, I reckon. Just different names, different prices. But they all do the same thing. Carry stuff from one place to another. Don’t need to be fancy to do that. Just need to work. And that’s all that matters.
This neighbor, he mentioned the price. Said the other trucks start at, like, twenty-four thousand dollars. For the basic one, not even the fancy one. And the top one, nearly forty thousand. Can you imagine? That’s more than I made in, like, ten years back when I was workin’ at the diner!
So, this Acura pickup truck, yeah, it might be fancy, it might be new, but I bet it ain’t gonna be cheap. Probably gonna cost a fortune. And for what? To haul some groceries? To drive to the doctor’s office? Seems like a waste of money to me. But what do I know? I’m just an old lady who likes her old truck. She’s a good truck, even if she is a little rusty.
Anyways, that’s what I heard about that Acura pickup truck. Don’t know if it’s true or not. But it’s somethin’ to talk about, I guess. Keeps the neighbor busy, at least. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my chickens. They don’t care ’bout no fancy trucks. Just want their feed. And that’s somethin’ I understand.
