Mine isn't a father son truck, nor its it really a grandfather grandson truck. Mine was my grandpa's from about 2000 until he passed away in 2003. We did a kit of work to it in that time. New fenders, doors, he found someone to put floors in it cheap (and it shows), and we put the bed from my high school truck on it. My Dad, with our help, laid down the current blue paint. Having always been partial to squares, I used to tease him about driving his "good truck"when he would show up driving the 77 rather than his pristine 94 C1500. The day he passed, that old truck was the first place I went. I sat in the passenger seat, and on the hood for hours. Grandma told me that she saw how much I liked the truck, and knew it wasn't worth much, so if I wanted to do something with it, it was mine. Almost 10 years later, she brought me the title, and I still teared up seeing his signature on the title. I still haven't started the restoration yet, but my daughter (who is almost 5) keeps telling me that she and I are going to fix it, and we're going to drive it. Why? "Because I love trucks Daddy."