I've been toying with the idea of getting rid of my workhorse Honda Ridgeline pickup for a while now. Not because it's disappointed me or anything, but just because I have that itch that occurs when an enthusiast has held onto something for a while. It's not that it's boring or doesn't do what I need, it's just...I'm ready for something else.
What's wild is how good it's actually been to me. I've tossed backcountry snowmobiles, ATVs, and motorcycles of all flavors into the bed, as well as a bull elk and big-ass mule deer buck. There might even be a little blood stain here and there, too. And I've towed trailers of UTVs and more with it, too. It's been a great companion, one that's never let me down, and I've got to stunt on the Honda Ridgeline haters of the world by beating the ever-loving-hell out of it without issue.
But lately, the siren-song of a V8 has been echoing in my head. I've had V8 machines before, and there's just something about them. The rush, the performance, the metric ton of torque! It's intoxicating, even as gas prices shoot to the moon. Yet, I can't be without a truck. To do this job, to be the Editor-in-Chief of RideApart, to do all the fun stuff I want to do, I need a truck.
