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Purple Beast History

The story behind the Purple Beast

The story of the purple truck begins Christmas Eve 1999.  I had finished all my Christmas shopping, except for my sister.  She was very interested in computers and she had just started going to a technical college to earn her certificate in Web design.  I couldn't afford to buy her a computer, so what else could I get her?  Well, she didn't have car and she was having problems making it to school everyday.  My current vehicle was reliable but boring 1988 Silver Nissan Pickup and I had thought about buying a new or newer car. 

Unimaginative X-mas gift

Running out of ideas and time, I wrapped my car keys in 40 layers of Christmas paper so she can't figure out what it is.  Christmas comes, my sister is ecstatic, my parents are proud, and I feel good because now I know she'll be able to make it to school.

Hey Stupid...

It's the day after Christmas and it hits me: "Hey Stupid!  How are you going to get to work?"  I did have the couple of days after Christmas scheduled for vacation, but I had to return to work for the turn of the century craziness.  You remember Y2K, don't you? 

So of course I wait until the last minute, new year's eve day, to start looking for a car.  The Ford dealer had an ad in the local paper for a used Nissan Pickup.  They called it a blue truck with a white tool box on the back.

Lucky Truck

This truck is lucky purple is my favorite color.  I first saw it sitting on the dealers lot on Dec 31, 1999 at 2PM. A Purple 1995 Nissan Pickup XE By 3:15, I had gone to the bank, got a cashier's check, signed all the paper work and was the full owner.

Mostly, because it was purple.

But, it had a funny stick on, decal stripe down the side that was fading and a funny white tool box behind the cab.  It wasn't very... stylish.  But who cares really...?  I made it to work on New Years Eve at 6pm for what turned out to be a dud a far as the millennium causing computers to crash, and the world as we know it to it's knees.  Oh well, such is life.

 

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