In the 70's I worked with my Dad out at the ranch by the river, Pop had this old 64 Ford truck that he got from my Bro and he was very proud of that truck, it was green and it had this big wooden camper shell on the back with all his tools in it, I liked the smell of that ol truck, with the oil, grease, dirt, old tools, old canvass and what not. if you went around a turn too fast, it felt like it was gonna tip over, it was very top heavy, my Dad changed the oil regularly and washed it every weekend, he had his own concoction for washing it, which consisted of water, dishsoap and a touch of diesel fuel, diesel fuel has oil in it, so it left kind of a glaze on the paint that made it almost look polished. My Dad loved his truck because it was very reliable and being that he got it from his son Jack, made it more special to him. Every morning I would ride to work with my Dad going down that old river road bat outta hell about 45 MPH. A 15 minute drive would take about a half hour. Some of the boys from Mexico used to work with us at the ranch and one day one of the boys asked my Dad if he would sell him his truck and of course my Dad said no, well this young man was relentless and my Dad kept telling him no. One morning Pop arrives at work and there's this beautiful red Mustang parked there with the young man standing next to it and he tells my Dad, look what I got, I don't need to buy your truck anymore. The young man opens the hood and there's this big V8 engine in it, just a beautiful car and my Dad tells him so. At the end of the day when everyone is getting ready to go home, the young man comes over and tells my Dad, "let's race back to Woodland, I'll even give you a head start" anyone that knows my Dad will tell you a comment like that will set the wheels in his head to turning, so my Dad tells him "ok I'll race you if you give me a head start" young man agrees. Well over in them walnut orchards the roads were made of dirt with a real fine layer of powdered dirt on top, when you drove on these roads it created a big trail of dust and you had to wait till it cleared before you could see anything in front of you, my Dad starts his ol truck and takes off bat out of hell about 20 MPH down that dirt road and you can't see his truck with all the dust that's being created, when my Dad gets to the levee, instead of turning right to go to Woodland, he keeps going right over the levee and takes this road to some trees and parks behind them and waits and sure enough in a short while this Dude in his red Mustang comes flying up the levee and makes a right turn, almost goes off the levee and goes bat out of hell towards Woodland. My Dad gets kinda worried and he's thinking "I hope this fool doesn't kill himself", My Dad starts his ol truck and starts heading home. Next day when he gets to work to my Dads relief, the guy is standing next to his Mustang in one piece and he goes up to Pop and asks him, what kinda motor do you have in your truck ? He says I was doing about 100 MPH chasing you all the way to town and I couldn't catch you and I almost killed myself. I don't know if my Dad ever told the guy what really happened or if the guy ever figured it out, but I'll betcha the boys all knew. That's just one story about Pop, can you imagine all the other stories that are out there. I think his sense of humor is alive and well in all of us.