Seriously, are you fucking kidding me? Why would anyone give Heidi Montag, a woman so stupid her brain cells are actively committing suicide as we speak, a goddamn monster truck? Can you imagine the kind of damage she'll inflict when she inevitably drives this thing drunk? Actually, so long as she doesn't hit anyone and instead careens off a high cliff
Thelma and Louise style, that wouldn't be too bad. Alright, new plan: Get her to drive to the Grand Canyon with Spencer, get her tanked, then tell her that her monster truck is magical and that she can fly it across the gorge. Problem solved.
Your post reminds me of when I was a kid growing up in Wyoming. My father used to say "When life give you lemons, make lemonade". But he was a hopeless alcoholic who never made much sense so I never paid much attention to him. Have a great day!