Both of my brothers are at work. My mom and dad went to the store. I am sure my dad took his truck. His truck -- he got it last month. and he loves it more than life itself. The truck is cool. And it's nice to have. We didn't have a car that could haul things. I haven't been able to transport my electric wheelchair in one of our cars since the van died in 2005. I threw a fit when it died because at that time c-van wouldn't come out to my house, and I thought it was important to use Missy (my electric wheelchair) a little, keep up my leg strength to get into the van, and keep some independence by using Missy. But as you can guess, nobody really listened to me. And I flushed more of my independence down the toilet. I don't think I could get in the truck now. Not that anybody's ever asked me to ride in the truck. My dad has taken everyone for a ride in the truck. Everyone, but me. He finally buys something that can haul my chair and I can't get into it. It's too late. And it sucks. It's not fair to feel so alone.