I talked to my brother today for the first time in a while. Usually we talk every day, but he's been out of town on a job. In our conversation the fact that he'd seen our little blog here and thought my boys were adorable came up. As did the fact that I must have done something impressive to have broken a shock in two on my new(ish) pickup. I set the record straight there, and thought I ought to do the same for you all. I did not break the truck, it came that way. I know... Who buys a broken truck??? Us. It is the kind of thing that is beautiful in a redneck's eyes, and doesn't come with a payment.