For all of my adult life until last year, I drove a full-size pickup. First I had a bright red 1994 Ford F-150 that went through a lot over the years, between me learning to drive the behemoth, Carin striping the sides, Kevin hitting the house and so much more. It was a great truck, always able to help friends move or to haul materials for one project or another. I still miss it.
Then I got "The Burgundy Dodge" as John called it. A 2003 Ram 1500, it helped me build the house in Speedwell, moved me there and then again to Moorestown. After I started working in Center City Philadelphia, it became impractical to keep a full-size truck and I traded it for the Honda CR-V I drive these days.
The CR-V is a nice compromise vehicle, small enough to park easily in the city but big enough for the kids and the GF and all their things. But it's not the kind of truck that you love like I loved the Ford or like John loved the Dodge.
Today I needed to move a piece of furniture and rented a brand-new midnight black 2008 Dodge Ram Big Horn 1500 with 20 inch wheels. It's got a 4.7 liter V-8 engine under the hood that is near-silent around town but snaps your head back when your hit the accelerator. There were only 408 miles on the odometer when I drove it off the lot. it still smells new.
With 4 doors it's plenty big enough for the family, but none to easy to park. It purrs along smoothly but only gets a greedy 13.5 mpg. And as you can see, it's a pretty hot looking ride! I've got to take it back tomorrow, but it felt pretty good to be back up high in a pickup again, even if it's just for today.