Ah yes a door story.It was about twelve years ago,I was driving a 65 three quarter ton then with about seven different colors on her.this truck would be the transportation for a first date with a very sweet girl in the very rich part of the city and trucks like this in this part of the town were usally driven by (in there eyes landscapers,farmers or thieves!)well I am one of those,but I wont say which.so after I cleaned all of the manure out of the box I was ready to pick Gabriela up at seven and have her home before the sun came up.so I pull up to the waterfront estate to pick up my date ,park up on the street and throw a piece of wood under the right front cause the e brake well ya know!she see's the truck and say's WOW! were going in that,yes mam,don't worry it's never let me down.So off we go on our date,we are driving for about five minutes when I decide to have a little tobaco pleasure back when I smoked.grab the window winder give it a crank and BANG! the glass falls right to the bottom of the door and it is november so it aint to hot outside but the heater was still pretty good,but not good enough to keep my date warm,so I did what any gent would do and asked her if she would like to sit closer to me,she obliged and cuddled right up to me to stay warm, and that was the ice breaker to a two year relationship. the TRUCK brought us together the end!
