"Not this car," he answers, driving toward the carnival. "I'm pretty sure they frown upon that at the precinct. No, what we're gonna get as soon as I've got enough saved up for it, is a good old truck. That's what she's gonna learn in."

He looks at Beverly in the rear view mirror and gives her a smile.

"You can drive a truck, you can drive anything."

Darrow's not a small town. It's not Hawkins, it's not Derry, it's not like the places where they grew up, but he can still keep some small town traditions alive and that means learning to drive on a truck. He misses his kind of desperately.