My boyfriend bought what he thought was going to be his dream truck to fix up and be able to drive in order to have cheaper gas expenses. After many life events that happened that effected his future life choices and his living situations he ended up having to get rid of his main vehicle that was actually the reliable one. When he had to give up that reliable vehicle his 'dream rig' was at it's worst part in it's life, unless he were to put lots of money in it to fix it up. In the end we knew it was time to get rid of that vehicle and possibly get one later on down the road for him to mess with. After many calls, texts, and emails about the truck from people who were interested in it not one sale seemed to go through. Times were getting tough because we were down to sharing one car because the 'dream truck' wasn't starting anymore. It wasn't that bad because our classes were not colliding and I was the only one with a job at the time, but it was still tough. We finally found someone who wanted to trade the pick up in order to use it as a secondary vehicle so she didn't care what condition it was in and she was going to sell the vehicle she traded us anyways. We were getting a better deal out of this trade than she was, but she was also okay with it because she was getting a good deal for her situation. There were only a few aspects that made this deal a little harder than planned. The car that we were getting in the deal needed new breaks and some other things fixed (which I didn't pay much attention to because that's not an area that I am interesting or have knowledge in) this was no problem because my boyfriends dad is a mechanic on the side. The problem about this situation is that the car we were getting was in Hood River (where my boyfriends dad is) and we are obviously in La Grande. With this being said, we were going to be down to one car...for real this time with absolutely no back up. This would have been okay and we would have survived, until my boyfriend got a job. Don't get me wrong I am not complaining that he got a job because we were hoping for that more than we were hoping to sell that rig, but this just made the car situation a little more difficult. We were calling our parents and trying to figure out what we were going to do. His dad came up with a solution; my mom would trailer up a car for us to drive while the car we were getting was getting fixed and she would trailer the pick up home. This worked out great, the only uncomfortable thing about the situation was the car is PEPTO BISMOL PINK! I am not even joking about that last statement. So for the time being I am driving that hot pink car, but only for a few more days, next week we will get to trade for our actual car.