So the truck is in the shop (nothing too exciting though .. just work that needed to be done related to buying it used).
As you can see, it is gem of a vehicle. It has 3 speed on the floor, an AM only radio, and no AC. But it starts reliably, and can get me from home to work and back again.
And I am not too proud to drive it. Some people are worried about their image. And I admit that I get caught up in it too (I like the things I own to look nice and be in good repair). And the comments from the people I work with it are interesting when I pull into work ... "I see you have upgraded" ... "Did you loose a bet" ... "Not a good sign when the accountant is having financial concerns"... etc
But despite its short comings, and the comments from others, I like driving it. When I said that it is my mom's old truck, I should have said that it is my dad's old truck, but he passed last year, so it is now my mom's. It is still filled with his stuff: glasses, wrenches, tools. And it is still set to his radio station.
While the truck didn't usually boad well for me as a kid (usually off to do some manual work with dad), it is nice now to have those memories, and spend a little time thinking of dad each day.