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FYI the damage was worse than it looks in this pic as the fender was pushed into the door and the door was jammed shut on both sides.That is me in the back of the truck. That is my dad's 1968 Chevy Stepside. This story is meaningful to me b/c it is about responsibility, thankfulness and the love my father has for me. I was 17 and my dad would let me drive his truck to school once a week. He really loved that truck and had wanted one since he was a little kid. He only had it about two years when this happened. I parked it under the back end of a Jeep when I failed to account for the difference in braking distance between this old truck and the newer truck I drove on a regular basis. When I called my father to tell him what happened, he new I was upset, and only asked one question, "Are you OK?" He didn't even ask about the truck. I waited expecting him to blow up when he saw it but he just pulled up, loaded it on the trailer, and sort of snickered at me. He later explained to me the reason he never punished me or got mad at me. He asked if I knew how long he had wanted a truck like that and if I knew how much it cost. I told him I did not. He then asked if I knew why he didn't get mad and when I said I didn't he told me b/c I was safe and not injured. The truck was a truck, and while he would make me pay him back for it (took a few years), I was OK and that was all that really mattered. Man that hit me hard and was a very valuable lesson in love, what really matters in life, and personal responsibility.
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Dad and me driving down to Columbus, OH. I had gotten tickets to go to The Memorial Tournament! He was a huge Tiger Woods fan! And wouldn't you know, we got to stand right next to Tiger as he teed off! I don't think that I ever saw my dad's face light up that much!!! He said on the way home that he could die that day! Fortunately, he did make it a few more months before Cancer got him!Father’s Day is coming! To celebrate, we want to hear your special memories with your dad in the car!
Maybe it was your first road trip, a fun drive, or a quiet moment together — every story matters!
We’re giving away free car floor mats to 3 lucky people!
How to join:
Comment below with a memory you have with your dad in the car.
We will pick our favorite stories and send the winners a gift!
Giveaway ends on 6.23 , and winners will be announced on 6.24.
Let’s thank all the dads who have been with us on the road.
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Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful story. Your dad sounds like a truly kind and loving person. The way he stayed calm and cared most about your safety says everything about the kind of father he was.That is me in the back of the truck. That is my dad's 1968 Chevy Stepside. This story is meaningful to me b/c it is about responsibility, thankfulness and the love my father has for me. I was 17 and my dad would let me drive his truck to school once a week. He really loved that truck and had wanted one since he was a little kid. He only had it about two years when this happened. I parked it under the back end of a Jeep when I failed to account for the difference in braking distance between this old truck and the newer truck I drove on a regular basis. When I called my father to tell him what happened, he new I was upset, and only asked one question, "Are you OK?" He didn't even ask about the truck. I waited expecting him to blow up when he saw it but he just pulled up, loaded it on the trailer, and sort of snickered at me. He later explained to me the reason he never punished me or got mad at me. He asked if I knew how long he had wanted a truck like that and if I knew how much it cost. I told him I did not. He then asked if I knew why he didn't get mad and when I said I didn't he told me b/c I was safe and not injured. The truck was a truck, and while he would make me pay him back for it (took a few years), I was OK and that was all that really mattered. Man that hit me hard and was a very valuable lesson in love, what really matters in life, and personal responsibility.
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Thank you for sharing something so personal. That must have been a very difficult experience, and it’s completely understandable that Father’s Day brings up complicated feelings.When I was 40 my Dad called me to tell me he wasn’t my father…he was in a tiff with mom that ended in their separation. I haven’t wished him happy Father’s Day since. I’m now 53. I could use an emotional support mat!!
Thank you for sharing such a great memory. There’s something special about growing up thinking your dad — and his Bronco — could handle anything. Those rescue missions must have felt like adventures, and it’s clear they left a lasting impression.My love of the Bronco started when I was young and every hunting season, and most other times of the year, people would show up randomly to our house to ask my dad to come pull them out. And of course, I got to ride. Can't tell you how many trips I made to "rescue" other vehicles. It wasn't until I had gotten quite a bit older that I realized our Bronco could also get stuck. But to me, it was unstoppable. Good memories...
What a great memory! Working on a car with your dad, especially a tough project like that, creates bonds that last forever. Thanks for sharing your story — it really shows the love and teamwork between you two. Hope you keep enjoying those special moments!It's hard to believe this picture was taken over 35 years ago....
Dad put me through the ringer and taught me a dictionary full of swear words, but together we rebuilt a Ford 302 and installed it into my 1978 Mustang II. I had already blown-up 2 of the 2.8 V6's the car came with so we went to the junkyard and grabbed a 302 from a similar year Mustang. Building the engine was only the first battle because installing it into the Mustang and making everything work again was even harder, but we GOT IT DONE.
Thanks Dad!!
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(Picture above is not my exact car, but mine was just like it with factory snowflake wheels.)
Thank you for sharing such a special memory. It sounds like an unforgettable day for both of you, filled with joy and meaning. Moments like those truly show the deep bond between a father and child. I’m sorry for your loss, and I hope you carry those beautiful memories with you always. Wishing you peace and comfort as you remember him.Dad and me driving down to Columbus, OH. I had gotten tickets to go to The Memorial Tournament! He was a huge Tiger Woods fan! And wouldn't you know, we got to stand right next to Tiger as he teed off! I don't think that I ever saw my dad's face light up that much!!! He said on the way home that he could die that day! Fortunately, he did make it a few more months before Cancer got him!My dad was a man of few words, but when he did, it was worth while! I wouldn't trade that day for anything except maye some more time!!
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