Shelley

Ever since I started working at the job Ive worked at for the past 4 years now I have idolized my coworker who eventually became my boss. His name is Henry Vera, probably the nicest guy anyone will ever meet, he'll do anything for anybody without hesistation. I still look up to him but back when I was 16 I wanted to be like him in every way. One of the coolest things that he had that I wanted to get one day was a pickup truck. To me pickup trucks are very ideal unlike the rest of my family.
When I finally had enough money last summer I went out on the hunt for my pickup. I wasnt going to copy Henry straight out and get a Ford F150, but I really liked the 2005 Dodge Dakota, and unlike Henry's I wanted the one with 4 doors. Sure this cuts down on bed space but I like to have room in the cab or else I would get claustrophobic.
One day in the early summer I was driving with my buddy Chris and we past by a Dodge dealership with an '05 black Dakota sitting right out in front, so I quickly turned around to check it out. The truck was beautiful, so I thought. It had 9K miles, running boards, V6, and cloth seats. Not bad for a little truck and I really thought that this one could be it until I took a closer look on the inside and noticed that locks and windows were manual. I was shocked I had no idea that they still made manual locks and windows in 2005, I just assumed that everything would be power by now but you know what you do when you assume.
After back and forths with this dealership who wanted to put in power locks and windows for me for a grand I finally took my deposit back and began the search again. This one hurt because I really felt like that one was it but hey I guess it wasnt meant to be and everything happens for a reason. That night I went to my Dads friends house to eat dinner and he said he would talk to his buddy who was the general manager of a Chrysler dealership.
My fathers friend called me the next afternoon and said that his friends got a red V8 in the lot with only 350 miles on it. I wanted to stay away from the V8 because it sucks gas like no other but it wouldnt hurt to look. Once I saw her it was like love at first sight. It was fully loaded with leather and just looked like a beast.
After some negotiations the beast was mine. May 31st at 5pm was when it officially became mine and I didnt take much time to do some things to it. Henry and I put a bed liner in there so when I put things back there it wont scratch the paint. I then got a bed cover towards the end of the summer which was extremely expensive.
The last thing I was looking for was a name and in July I found it. I brought my friend from school who lives in Rochester to his first Yankee game and starting for the first time ever that night was power hitter Shelley Duncan. I loved Shelley's toughness and style and I felt his name really fit my truck well. So if you see this beast rolling around be careful because sometimes it has a mind of its own.