My old trucks remind me of a day in 1974 when I was 16. My girlfriend (now my wife for 25+ years) and I enjoyed a picnic during a powerful spring rainstorm inside my Dad's 1951. After the picnic we removed our clothing and.................you get the picture.
I have a buddy with a 1950. One day the truck was parked outside his shop while he worked inside. He answered a knock to see a gray haired stranger at the door. The old man asked if he would mind if he were to sit inside his truck for a while and think about the old days. My buddy of course told him to enjoy himself and went back to work. He could hear the old man shifting gears and the distinctive sound of the clutch pedal returning to the firewall. After a long mental journey the old man had wet eyes as he kindly thanked my buddy.
