It was 1987, I was 16 years old when Dad drove us home in his brand new Chevy Silverado 4X4. It had all the “bells and whistles”, power windows, power locks, dual gas tanks and even had throttle body injection (TBI). I’m 50 now and that truck has been in the family for almost 4 decades. That truck saw Dad, my little brother and me cut, stack and sell quard wood out of the back. It was with us on tons of fishing trips while tuned in to the local oldies station, back when Dad went through that phase. It was how we got from Quantico back home to Tennessee every chance we could. It survived our high school days where on the rare occasion my brother drove it school and even to work at the local strip mall as a “rent-a-cop”. I remember putting it in a ditch while following dad home on his motorcycle. Paw Paw even got in on the action. Paw Paw drove it when we got stationed in Japan and Dad left it with him in Tennessee, although it was only taking the trash to the dump every week. Fast forward a few years and we’ve got a family a family of our own. It’s hard believe, but the memories in that old truck weren’t even close to being over. Dad gifted the truck to us and all (4) of our boys made memories in it. Each one worked to keep it going, maintaining, repairing and improving. The girlfriends became wives and they too shared memories in the truck. The time the boys and I spent working on the truck together and lessons learned were priceless and I will cherish them forever. Now, 3 of the boys are grown and beginning families of their own. The youngest is 16 now, just like I was when we brought it home for the very first time. It’s his truck now and watching him drive it, makes it feel like it’s all come full circle. With a little luck and LMC, that old truck will make it through another generation in the family. Thanks LMC for the years of memories and time spent keeping her on the road.