Just think of it that way: you hydrated your hot truck.

My pickup, on the other hand, enjoys raisins. I can put a sealed box or bag of 'em in the front seat and somehow, a few hundred miles later, they are all over the floor and the truck seems to have a happy smile on its face. Cat Track Truck also has one of my Nevada Club chips. Somewhere. I've pretty much torn it apart but cannot find it! Keep asking him to gimme back my chip but you know how quiet Tacomas can get.