My buddy bought this old farm truck in High School and we rode around in it from going into town for some Taco Bell, to moving wood, to basic commuting. I nicknamed her Steamboat Willy before she was my truck because when my buddy was driving down my road in the winter, she blew so much smoke, I joked it looked like an old steamboat. Later, I wrecked my vehicle and he sold me his old farm truck that he got so many years ago. I’ve made it my mission to make it beautiful again.