My dad gave me a truck. I wasn't even of driving age, but whatever. It was a Beau James.
This truck was completely awesome!!! It came equipped with an indian blanket type of bench seat cover. It was a step side, complete with wood paneling on the outside. But it was mine.
I spent a lot of time hanging out in it. It was mine. I couldn't drive it. So what. I hung out in it. Listening to Boston on it's 8 track. Yep, you heard me right.. it had an 8 track player. I killed the battery a lot listening to Boston, Don't Look Back. :)