The adventure to land our first Tacoma has me whistlin' an ol' Frankie Laine song in my head...
Golden! Golden! Golden!Messing with lyrics I can do. Don't ask me to sing. And dancing? Forget it.
Keep dialin', dialin', dialin',
In my hopes of buyin',
Keep ten digits dialin' My Ride!
Don't try to underhand 'em,
Just rope and throw and grab 'em,
Soon I'll be driving high and wide.
Boy my heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin', be waiting at the edge of the pine.
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em out,
Move 'em on, head 'em out My Ride!
Set 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in My Ride!
Although...I'd dance an Irish jig of sorts if someone can help me reel in the Tacoma that meets all of our needs in Golden, CO. If I get to whirlin' stand back a bit. I wouldn't want to adorn you with shards of corned beef & cabbage as it may fly off my plate. This time of year, laden with a St. Patrick's Day bounty, I never loosen my grip on my plate!
Here's the deal. We need to buy a famously reliable and stylish Tacoma double cab to carry a bit of equipment for a new business that we're starting up and, God willing, to haul around prospective grandkids.
Since we live in the Chicago area I would normally cast my net around the Midwest to find something to buy, but because of the various highway departments' widespread use of road salt in the winters we refuse to buy a corroded 'Body by Morton®'. I've been casting our bait to the South and to the West.
I've become dizzy from my daily flights on Craigslist, but my newly acquired piloting skills have me on a flight path to land a double cab in the lucky 'Pot o' Golden'. It suits our needs perfectly and it's a good deal.
I've talked with the seller and I'm quite sure his Tacoma is everything he has stated in his ad. But because I'm not in the regions I've been checking on I can not get out quickly to inspect the Tacomas we've had an interest in. More than a few good deals have broken our line and swam away. We'd like to reel one in for good, but I will not buy a Tacoma sight unseen no matter how tempting it may be.
That's where I need your help. Is there a saint, Patrick or otherwise, that would be willing to help us out by using your trained Tacoma eyes to check out the rig (just southwest of Golden) and report back to us? I would make it worth your effort by paying you $50. I will even toss in a fresh jar of prepared horseradish for your corned beef if that will help.
We await your reply. Make our Irish eyes smile! "Tacoma go bragh!"