From his garage to mine, Arkansas to California. Dad has had the red truck since I was about seven years old. It wasn't red then but green. He's rebuilt it about ten times, and it's a beauty. I drove this truck at 15, learned to drive in it, and spent many hours with my dad bopping down the streets as we attended many baseball and basketball practices. We have done multiple duets to old Travis Tritt, Randy Travis, and Dire Straits songs with some R&B standards for good measure. Dad didn't drive the truck very much, but here in California, it's the perfect place to be on the road occasionally since it's generally 70 degrees. Los Angeles has a car culture that can appreciate its beauty. While I didn't welcome it back then, I certainly do now. It's his. It will always be his. He spends a month here every year, so visitation will be a treat. I truly appreciate the incredible work he, our family, and his friends have put into it. It's why I am so excited to have it in Los Angeles