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.
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.
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.
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?
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!
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?
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*
Your former one week owner
It’s Leigh Ann. My name’s Leigh Ann. How could you forget that after out glorious week together???
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.