A love letter to the Chevy Tahoe

Dear 2012 Chevy Tahoe,

I’m just going to put this out there: I miss you.

Yes, sweet, silver 2012 Chevy Tahoe, from the moment you rolled into my life with your sleek, shiny bod, your big, black tires, and your gas gauge pointing all the way on the F, I was smitten. I mean seriously, I don’t remember the last time I saw a full tank at these prices.

 2012 Chevy Tahoe

I know you had some really cool gadgets, like OnStar, and …well, some other really cool gadgets…but first things first. I found the perfect XM radio station.

XM radio Midnight Oil

Now we could roll. And roll we did, for 7 glorious days, bearing only one repeated song. That’s what I’m talking about!

And the space, OH, THE SPACE, my darling, sweet, silver 2012 Chevy Tahoe! Oh how I miss the space! We drove. We relaxed. We stretched out. Heck, sometimes we would just go and sit in you. You were such great company.

2012 Chevy Tahoe
Yup. Watching a movie. Much more fun in here than on the boring ol' couch.

Remember that time we had that killer dance party? I know. So fun. I could tell that you too like to move it move it.

Ooooh, Tahoe — what about the time we let Rachel drive?

2012 Chevy Tahoe

Oh, blocked that out, did you? Wise move, my friend.

And remember that fun mix up where you said there was free money nearby? That didn’t quite work out as planned, but lesson learned. You are quite the getaway car!

2012 Chevy Tahoe Navigation

Oh, Tahoe. Your gas mileage left much to be desired, but I didn’t care. Putting $30 in you every 1.5 days was much less painful than filling you up at a whopping bajillion dollars at once, right?

Right.

Sigh. I gotta tell you Tahoe, the Explorer’s just not the same. She’s old and set in her AM/FM radio ways. She’s getting a bit clunky. She has a crack in the windshield — A CRACK IN THE WINDSHIELD, I TELL YOU! And when I try to grab the oh shit handle to hoist myself into the driver’s seat because I forgot to use the running boards, she laughs at me, because let’s face it — I don’t need the extra help with her. She’s not THAT tall.

She feels so…mid sized SUV. Don’t tell her I said that. She’s extra sensitive after having to spend a week with my husband. And she kinda smelled like his truck when he was done with her, so what was awkward. How does a person cause every car they drive to smell like french fries an rusty old metal?

So, my beloved, darling, sweet, silver, 2012 Chevy Tahoe…to wrap things up, I really enjoyed our time together. Honestly, I didn’t expect these feelings, and I’m sure you didn’t either. You and I both knew going into this that it was just a fling, that we were to look back not with regret for our hasty and spontaneous choices, but with fondness for this carefree opportunity. The opportunity to enjoy a smooth, bump free ride, stretch out our legs, even in the backseat, and drive with reckless abandon.

I’m totally kidding about the reckless abandon part. *nudge nudge, wink wink*

Love,

Your former one week owner

It’s Leigh Ann. My name’s Leigh Ann. How could you forget that after out glorious week together???

Sheesh.

 

PS Big props to your branding team. Now every time my kids see a Chevy logo, they shout, “Mommy, it’s a ANOTHER NEW CAR!”

Well played, Chevy. Well played.

 

Disclosure: Chevy provided me with a 2012 Tahoe with a full tank of gas to enjoy for a week. All opinions and fond memories are 100% my own.

 

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9 Comments

  1. Hah, this is funny. The new Chevys are pretty impressive. My sister has one and let me just say, OnStar is AWESOME. I’m pretty much married to my old Xterra, but when it does go to SUV heaven, I’m open to the possibility of a larger vehicle. But never a minivan. No. I refuse.

    1. No, I can’t do a minivan either. I don’t care how much my former anti minivan friends love theirs.

  2. Love it! I’m seriously jones’ing for a Tahoe (or SUV of the like). I love my minivan, but I’m ready to get back into a big SUV. The Tahoe nears the top of my list – you’re totally badass mama if you drive that. 😉

  3. I have never heard anyone else refer to them as “oh, shit” handles! I bet for kids having a “new” car for a week is pretty much like going to stay in a hotel. Sweet!

    1. You haven’t heard of oh shit handles? How funny. They still talk about the “new car.”

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