JesseLivingston

The story started in Costa Rica when I was fifteen years old (1993). I was driving a bright cherry red 87 SE down a dark dirt road. All of a sudden there was literally a jump in front of me and I took flight... My teeth clenched as thoughts of explaining what I had done to my dads truck ran through my mind, but in the end there was only suspension? The landing was so smooth, and as my co-pilot rubbed his head he had hit on the liner we both looked at eachother and said "that was awesome!" Ever since that day I knew I had to have one, so when I was 23 I bought my first black 89 SE and had it for seven years. Now I have a bright red 93 XE, which will probably be my last. A newer truck would mean a newer body style, and well that's just not acceptable!