But I didn't quit my job or blackmail the efficiency consultant. Nope...this is all about a man named J. and a dream. A dream of a pickup truck born the same year as he was: 1966. And it's a finally a reality.
Behold the 1966 Ford pickup. Grab your hubbies, ladies, because we're about to engage in some serious old truck love.
|1950? Nope, just J. showing his ShaNaNa cool. Note the cigs rolled up in the sleeve. Those orange Converse are the reason we ended up together. Who can resist a man in orange high tops?.|
He owns a 1966 Ford 3/4 ton pickup and