After all these years, the old truck is resting in California.  My Dad lived his stories.  As a metaphor it informed my life.  Now it's my son's turn.  He'll have to tell/live his own stories.  But he'll always have the love of two men to back him up.

Before I passed it on, I drove it to the top of Pikes Peak and I also drove it over to the Garden of the Gods to reflect on all that had gone into the life of the man who gave it to me.