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Everytime someone tells me they need a pick up truck for work purposes, I always think no, 95% of the time you are far better of getting a van. Who wants their tools and materials getting rained on the back of a bed? Vans are also usually lower and easier to load. The fact you can't see into the back of the van can also prevent theives.
In the rurals, we had need of a truck. Of course, it was an old beat up GM, and as a boy I got in trouble when I tossed a log of firewood into the bed of a shiny new ES truck (bigger than the GM) and missed, damaging its otherwise pristine body finish, which I'd later learn was costly to repair.
It informed how I would eventually compute I, a suburban kid, was too unfamiliar with strange rural conventions for heavy labor.
"No, not the nice pick 'em up truck! That's the one I use to go line dancing and pick up cousin dates, dammit!"