My daddy passed in 2016. The Dodge sat in the yard of the farm he worked his whole life, 1,200 miles away from my home. I finally had enough excuses from my brother (executor), bought a one-way ticket to the farm, and got her in working order for the long drive home. Got her tuned up, painted, and enjoy the compliments I get most of the time I drive her. I remember Daddy every time I climb in the truck.