I turned in my nice car for my pick-up truck because it (Lexus) was being treated like a truck...I kept putting hay in the trunk, feed in the backseat, barn dirt all over the floor...and I was tearing up a really nice car. We decided to add a work truck for me to drive when I needed it...so I parked my car and never drove it again (my husband occasionally drove it). After 4 mos of not being used, we sold it.
I love my truck! My whole life is so different than the way it started...painted nails, high heels, parties (aka "functions"), social events. It was fun, but I gladly gave it up for everything I have now.
My life now with my husband and kids is filled with horses, chickens, goats, and a new veggie garden for spring. I LOVE it! My Mom and Dad shake their heads (and smile!)...my Mom swears she doesn't know where I came from! She's not big on dirt, let's say.
My truck is a little bit of a badge of honor for working hard and earning these things I always wanted.
BUT, I still like many of the finer things in life: fine wine, fine food, and NPR!