In grad school, when i was still living in Plainview, i rebuilt (read: got running) this terrible looking old Ford pickup.  I don’t know if it was the first of many quarter life crises, but it seemed imporant at the time.  It was ugly, but it had my first ever bench seat.  I thought this was an incredible idea and I thought that I now needed a girlfriend.  But when i got one, she only rode in it once and was not impressed.  Anyhow, the romance of the whole situation made me think of this song…