My truck was given to me by a family friend when I was in High School. It sat in a field for about 5 years with a blown motor. With a new motor, it sat for another few years. He just saw it as an old truck not worth much, so he gave it to me. My mom had complete front end work, brakes, drive shaft, dash panel, exhaust, and a fresh coat of paint. It got its name Red Rock because we live in a remote area of middle Tennessee surrounded by 600+ acres, on a fiercely rough, red creek gravel road deemed private by our county. It has been a trooper! It has run rough at times and has needed some checks and balances, but NOT ONCE has it ever failed to crank and roll!