Turbo would say 'It's just a Ford' and he'd be right.
When my brother and I were little we'd have to wait for our Grandpa while he did the shopping at Preston Market. I'd be wandering around with my head in the clouds, my brother who was only 6 would be collecting trolleys for the 20c in them and racking up the dollars. Then he'd save them away and buy something he really wanted.
Nothing has changed. I'm still a dreamer.
1955 Ford F100.