My mother drove this truck after she and Don got together. She would drive it to Berryville and make a collect call to call me and Morgan. Once we drove it to Frankston and the tire had a huge bubble on the side. She was afraid the tire would pop the whole drive. She kept saying how embarrassed she was. Usually when we would ride in this truck to town, it would be very low on gas, to the point where she would talk about running out of gas.
Later, she gave the truck to my cousin, Corey Wilson.
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