There’s Something Wo(men) Like About a Pickup (Wo)Man

My “dream” truck

This is an idea I’ve been mulling around in my head for awhile (and almost completely not related to history!)…

If there are any country aficionados out there, you’d probably recognize the Joe Diffie reference in the title.  As the rest of the refrain goes:

“You could set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill

And I still wouldn’t trade it for a Coupe de Ville.

I’ve got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made

Ya know, if ain’t weren’t for trucks, we wouldn’t have tailgate.

I’ve met all my wives in traffic jams

Yeah, there’s somethin’ women like about a pickup man.”

Okay, as a woman, I will admit there is something about a pickup truck (and yes, I said truck and not man). But, first of all, is it about the man or is it the truck? In my experience, I swear it is most definitely the truck. Second of all, why is it just men? Isn’t there something about women with a pickup truck? Country music always seems to associate hot women with pickup trucks that men have. Look at the Brooks and Dunn song, “Put a Girl in It” or Toby Keith’s “Big Ol’ Truck” or Jake Owen’s “Eight-Second Ride”. All of these songs put women in the passenger seat or make them want to drive. That’s all good and what-have-you, but hell, I can tell you that men seem to appreciate a gal with a truck as well.

Before I delve into experiences, what is it about a truck that attracts members of each sex in the first place?  TIME magazine blames the 1995 Ford Explorer for our sudden fascination with bigger vehicles. “People, particularly women drivers, discovered that they liked sitting up high. Even though more fuel-efficient minivans do the kid- and cargo-hauling duties better, people came to prefer the outdoorsy, go-anywhere image of SUVs.” Basically, bigger is better. And, we could postulate why women especially like trucks. Well, if history is any indication, women have typically been marginalized in a patriarchal society, and having a truck allows women a chance at masculinity, equalizing the playing field with men. But, we can’t forget that simply driving a large and heavy machine is in itself enjoyable since we are in control of something much larger and more powerful than us.

Fortunately or unfortunately (that’s up for you, the intelligent reader) I fall into this category of the sitting-up-high woman. I currently own a ’93 Nissan pickup (called Jude…after Law, not the Beatles song), and I have had more than enough experiences in the truck that have called attention to the male species. For example, one day earlier this summer I was headed back from northern Wisconsin, and I was driving along Highway 96 near Appleton. A group of guys my age in a Jeep pulled up alongside me at a stoplight and proceeded to grill me about the truck (about the four-wheel drive, the make, the model, the year, why there was a University of Alaska sticker on the window, etc.) and then asked me to a party. I declined as I was going back to school, BUT needless, to say it was an ego boost. On the other hand, I have had semi truck drivers honk their horns at me (and not any good-looking, my-age-attractive ones, to be sure) and wave. So, needless to say, having a truck or any other large vehicle (if you’re a female) can be both a blessing and a curse.

So, is it the person or is it the truck? Honestly, it is up to the individual. For me? If a guy has any sort of four-wheel drive, his desirability is (probably) enhanced, but it is most definitely the guy. But, that does NOT stop me from looking at the little black Toyota Tacoma I really want, no matter what sex owns it.

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