Neat thread, makes you remember some of the good stuff you forgot. Got a couple memories cause my dad drove Ford pickups. The best though involves the 1967 F100. It had a camper shell and a mattress on a frame in the back. We took a vacation down to the Ozarks to do some camping, I was bout 8 or 9. Partway down there my cousins and I had the bright idea to ride the rest of the way down in the topper so we could play cards. How did we ever survive growing up?

At night at the campground some of the other campers would gather round and play some of that good old bluegrass and country while everyone else would sit and listen. Those were the days.