Today at lunch my youngest son told his grandfather that he should buy a new truck. We need one in the family, he told him.
My dad showed up this afternoon at our house in a brand new white Ford F150. It's an automatic rather than a standard, since my mother can no longer drive a standard.
We know he didn't buy it today, though, because it has vanity plates on it with his last name.
The truck lists for $21K. He bought it for $13K. That sounds like a good deal to me. And it smells like new car.