Actually, it is kind of funny thinking back on this... One of the times I ended up stranded was on the toll road in California on my way home from work. I called my dad to come help me change the tire and he kindly obliged. He was trying to pound the tire off with some kind of long metal pole (i can't really remember what he was using), but the tire wasn't budging for anything. The tire was rusted on (gotta love Utah winters). A cop driving down the road stopped to see if we needed help. As he stepped out of his car, his chiseled biceps bulged in the evening sun (don't worry, this story is all part of the story). Anyway, he asked me if I knew this man, meaning my dad, (I think that means you look creepy dad :)) and asked what he could do. He noticed that my dad was struggling to get the tire off, so he decided to take the matter into his own hands. He took out his crowbar and with his first wack...tire was off (my dad totally loosened it for him) and within minutes I was back on the road again.
Anyway, the point of all these ramblings is that eventually I saw what others had been telling me and decided to let the truck bring joy to someone else after an amazing 11 year stint. These pictures are from the day i sold my truck and the new lucky owner!
