Tonight our '67 F100 pickup truck drove away with its new owner. We have had it for about five years. I have lived with parts of it scattered across my living room and spent many an evening hanging out next to it while Brian worked under the hood. Sadly I haven't actually ridden in it for years. But the kids, and their friend Will, had one last hurrah in the cab.
Will has been wanting to "drive" the truck for a while. It worked out well for him that he was here right before it got picked up.
Brian thought that he might pass this baby down to Charlie. Not any more. Perhaps there will be another truck one day. One that isn't quite as much of a rust bucket.
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