My story is about the second vehicle I ever own, a 1968 GMC 1/2 ton short box that I bought when I was only 18 years old (35 years ago now). It was our daily driver for many years while my wife and I started out our marriage. It moved us from town to town, took us to University and to work. Then, when my son was born in 2002 we decided to sell our beloved old truck because our priorities began to change. A friend of mine purchased the truck and took it to Saskatchewan and put it into a garage where it remained until June of 2012. He called my wife one day saying he had his eye on another car and would I like my truck back. I arrived home to where my wife announced to me that we were buying a truck today, which was not a normal after work conversation. A deal was struck and within a few days my old truck came back to Medicine Hat, Alberta a virtual time capsule of when in left. It had the same items in the glove box, and amazingly the same battery under the hood, it had hardly gone anywhere in 10 years. My now 10 year old son and my daughter who was 8 years old were unsure of what was coming off the car hauler looked at the old truck long and hard. However after the battery weakly started the engine, we went for our first ride and they were hooked. Soon after our 1968 GMC was dubbed "Old Red" by my kids who fell in love with the old beast. After some restoration work it now goes all over the place with two happy kids, windows rolled down, rear window slider open and stereo blasting in order to hear the music over the loud dual exhaust. So now many new memories are being made in "Old Red" on cruise nights and evening trips ice cream. That old truck has help bond a family together and that is what it is all about.