Growing up, I always loved my Grandpa's old white truck. The smell of it. The way the side-view mirrors were designed. The steering wheel. What I loved the most was riding in the bed of the truck with my twin sister as my Grandpa drove it around the farm (obviously this was in the years before car seats and seatbelt usage!)
My grandfather has been gone for too many years now, but his truck is parked in the barn yard. Yesterday it made the neatest prop ever for a 1-year-old portrait. Somewhere I think Grandpa Carl is smiling.