This 1985 Chevrolet Silverado K10 has a very sentimental meaning to my family and I. The truck has been in my family since 2001 when my uncle, Jerry in Tennessee, bought it for my cousin Kyle’s first truck. Together they took the truck from a stock Silverado to the beast you see now. Kyle proudly drove it to high school and always had a huge smile on his face.

In 2010, tragedy struck when Kyle passed away in a work truck accident leaving behind his beloved truck. Afterwards it became my uncle’s daily driver until the gas guzzling became too expensive. In 2014, my family here in Arizona decided to purchase the truck as it had to stay in the family. After five years of ownership it has become my high school truck.

Don’t let the shiny black paint and chrome fool you at heart it is still a farm truck. From the loud exhaust and lifted stance to the original interior and paint it’s impossible to frown when driving this beast. When driven it always receives many looks and compliments especially when the Dixie horn is blown. I am honored to own the truck and there’s nothing I would rather drive than the Big Black Truck. It is driven in honor of Kyle and always will be.