My papaw bought a black and tan ’85 Silverado back in 2010 and I was a very young guy back then. He told me that whenever I turned 16 it would be mine. I was obviously tickled to death, but it seemed like forever. 16 finally came and the truck was more work than I thought it would be. We had to get her running again and just drive it. My daily high school driver, and I wouldn’t be the man I am today without it.