Some of my best childhood memories were of me and my cousin "learning" to drive in my grandfathers old pickup truck. We were 12 or 13 years old at the time. My grandfather had an old Chevy with three on the tree that we would take turns driving back and forth in front of my grandfather's house. My uncle had a old 1965 Chevy pickup that I could always remember riding in on hot days. We'd open the old manual vents in the cab (which didn't help much) and cruise around town. I loved that truck.
Fast forward 45 years and we were in need of a pickup truck to haul things around for the kids. I got my wife to agree to letting buy an old "beat-up" pickup truck. Little did she know that the truck I had in mind was a 1965 pickup truck! I searched around and finally found one that I loved! I showed the wife some vague pictures of the truck and she gave me her blessing. She really didn't understand though why I was buying the truck in North Carolina and was going to have to have it shipped to Kentucky.
Well, the day the truck arrived in the transport just happened to be her birthday. The family had just sat down for a birthday dinner when the truck got there. Needless to say I didn't finish my meal! When I got in the transport and fired up the truck to back it out, every neighbor within a half mile came out to look because the headers were not hooked up to the tail pipes. The SB 350 roared! As I backed the truck off the transport I caught a glimpse of my wife on the porch. She did not appear too happy with the situation.
It's taken some time for her to get use to the idea of the old beat-up pickup but she now knows why I bought it. She likes to go to car shows with me and although she thought the orange truck was hideous at first (we are KENTUCKY big blue fans) she now loves the truck and the color. I've mentioned having it painted blue and she won't have anything to do with it! It will always be OUR orange truck! It's here to stay!