Scrapped?. . .GMC memories. . .

To the average american this is just another worn out GMC pickup truck. The age, the dents, and the miles mean nothing even to a ford fan because odds are, you, your friend, or your grandpa owned one of these underrated power houses. The work truck for all occupations, the right tool for any job. It could haul whatever, tow whatever, and made it through the hard times. It broke down, like many good ole trucks, but was never down for the count. It was dependable, it had quirks. It was very minimalistic in design. Primative if you will. But these trucks..... THIS truck. Held many, many fond childhood memories. So many hot summer days, tooling around town, just wishing it had AC. Then the leaves would fall, and the cold winter mornings were upon us, and Id wear two jackets to keep myself warm on the ride to the trading posts. We hauled classic Corvettes, tools and lumber. Mercedes fit for a prince. We lost a few trailers, and fought a few flat tires along the way. I was taught about hard work, and fixing things rather then replacing. The world seemed to turn a little slower in the passenger seat of that old GMC. The homemade bed rack, the glasspack dual exhaust, and those busted taillights may not seem like much to you. But to me, it was the character that I helped make and break into that truck. Les was a wonderful friend and a great mentor to me. He is truly missed, and never forgotten. This truck of his is something I hoped to never see come through these gates in this way. Though it had been here many times, it always left with him behind the wheel, carrying some new found scrapyard gold. This time, the truck rolled in.. but it wont be rolling out. Its hard to comprehend things about death, I just accept its a part of life, and we make the best of what we have while we have it. The memories made in this truck are something I will forever hold dear. This video is not meant to be something for everyone to understand. Its for my own personal memory. So I have hard proof, of all the dents and scratches, rust and rot, patches and rivets. A life, in this truck, that I got to be a part of. If anyone took the time to read this, I do appreciate it. Thank you to all who may watch this. And Les, You are missed buddy. Rest in peace in my friend. Thank you.