I was 14 years old when my mom bought it for me and brought it home. It had ugly stock wheels and a bubble camper shell. I remember telling my mom to take it back because it was ugly and that I wanted a Ford highboy. (I don’t know what kind of spoiled entitled brat I thought I was ) My uncle is the one that changed my mind. He showed me pictures of similar pickups to mine and how cool it could be all fixed up. (He even bought a roll bar for me to put on it that he had found at a yard sale for cheap.) Fast forward, almost 20 years later I still have her and my wonderful husband gave me the best birthday surprise, we finally got her painted. I love my pickup.