I wrecked my Cadillac in July or August of 2002, and although it could have been fixed, I have a feeling that was one more transmission I was on my way to killing. Ironically enough, that very day, I'd emailed my dad to tell him I wanted to start searching for some of truck. But I didn't do it on purpose!!!

Anyway, I thought I wanted a GMC, because I blatently fell for the advertising: "Trucks tough enough for the 1 percenters" (the 1% of people who really use a truck and work it like a truck). So I live a rather suburban life, somehow I seem to ask more of my vehicles than other people do? Whatever. GMC seems so much fancier than Chevy, even though they are almost completely the same.

I really wanted a pickup with a 327, but Dad talked me into the SUV. We searched and searched, even made a trip up to Chicago, which ended like all of them do, us staring dumbfounded at a "perfect" vehicle with about a dozen dimples and scratches. Dad was going up to Detroit for the Woodward Ave. Dream Cruise, and he shopped the classifieds when he was there. He happened upon one that was black and pristine... he left the guy a deposit and one seemingly endless week later we treked up to Detroit (6-8 hour drive) and brought my Yukon home!

Basic Stats:
Year: 1997
Option Package: SLT
Gas Mileage: Downright crappy