You saw my post about my mom and her beloved Datsun. This is the other end of the spectrum. My dad and his...uh... double denim, hillbilly, working class hooligan youth.

This is is ranchero, no idea on the year, after striking a house. He knocked it right off the foundation.

My dad has had lots of...automotive incidents in his youth. Luckily he grew out of this and has been very successful. But, I swear that sometimes when he’s driving his Corvette or Mustang, you can still see the young working class kid from Cadomin (population 40) and south edmonton.