So here's my truck story. This is a truck my dad fell in love with when he was working for the man that owned it repairing rental properties. If memory serves me it's a special order that has I think the same engine a corvette has or something like that. When I was in my early 30s I had a bad wreck in which I was rear ended. Long story short when all was said and done I had some money left after getting myself another car. I called the man that owned the truck and asked him if he might want to sell it and he said yes and I offered him what I had and he accepted. My mom and I did all this without my dad knowing. The day I went to pick it up we told my dad I needed to borrow his truck to go get a table I bought at a thrift store. When we came back I went in and told him I was really sorry I had wrecked his truck a little bit. He of course asked if I was ok then asked how bad it was and I told him he'd just have to come out to see it. I will never forget the look in his face when he walked outside and said that's not my truck that's so and so's truck. I said not anymore it's your truck and handed him the keys. He was so surprised and tried to tell me I shouldn't spend my money on him like that. I was so very happy that day it felt amazing to do something so wonderful for a man that gave everything for his family. Sorry this is a lot longer than i meant it to be... When my sweet daddy passed away the truck came back to me and then when my oldest turned 18 I gave it to him and he plans on one day restoring it.
