Moving the Mules
You see, my wife and I have mules. That's not a euphemism for a social disease; I mean actual four-legged, long-eared, piss-me-off-and-I'll-give-you-a-kick-you'll-never-forget mules. And when you have mules—or horses or donkeys or any kind of large animal—you pretty much need a pickup truck, because there's always large, heavy, bulky stuff to be moved (including the animals themselves).
We already own a pickup, a 1993 Chevrolet C2500 with an 8-foot bed. It's a marvelous worker but a miserable driver: hard-riding, parsimoniously equipped, a pain to park, and stunningly inefficient, averaging around 12 mpg. So we have a second vehicle as a daily driver—a Jeep Liberty 4x4, if you must know—and when the Chevy doesn't have a job to do, it's parked at the ranch with the mules.