This makes me think of my best friend’s dad, who always says “Heeeeey” whenever he sees a truck like this. I love those kinds of “childhood” memories. Of traveling to Hot August Nights in his ’57 Chevy Bel Air. And then all the summer nights we spent at each other’s houses, making up dance moves to Michael W. Smith’s songs. So many good, fond memories. There are some things I miss about being a kid.