While I could probably write a novel about my father and what trucks meant to us growing up, I will do my best to keep it short and sweet. My dad was a 58 model and always a car fanatic growing up. So when the ’72 Cheyenne was released, he had stumbled upon his new dream. For years and years he had spent his life looking for the perfect one. Something always wasn’t quite right though.

Finally in 2015, he won a chunk of money from the good ole casino and decided he was tired of waiting for his dream to come true. It was time he made it a reality. 6 months later this ole girl was dropped off at our front door in Kansas, all the way from Ohio.

And it was a DISASTER. It was an online purchase that we were told was show ready yada yada yada and what showed up was a rust bucket with a blown motor. LOL live and learn right??? Or at least that’s what we tried to tell ourselves.

My dad took this as his opportunity to make it his own. We did a COMPLETE frame off restoration. We’re talking yearsssss to complete. Inch by inch type of deal. Dropped a 350 Crate in her and brought her home last June (2020). Just in time for his 62nd birthday. 8 months later my dad unexpectedly passed away. He was my best pal. No matter where I was living I can’t remember a time that we didn’t talk AT LEAST 3-4 times a day. But enough about that. He had his final ride home in her with his favorite song (Only God Knows Why, Kid Rock).

I was his only child so I inherited everything including his beloved Cheyenne and boy oh boy does she tug on my emotions every single day. At the ripe old age of 24, I was forced to decide if I wanted to keep his construction company going or close he doors. Just like he didn’t close the door on the Cheyenne I made the decision to take over his company and spend every day trying to make him and my mom, who lost her battle with cancer in November 2020, proud.

While I find there is a lot of sadness surrounding the ’72 I also found that it brings a certain level of peace (and cuss words lol). If you came to this story looking for something magical, I’m sorry to disappoint but I felt like my father deserved to have their story shared as she was his life long dream. She has found her forever home with me and I hope her story does nothing but continue to grow.