Amen brother fleetmech! I can't remember a time when I wasn't fascinated by trucks. I would play in the sandbox or in dirt for hours with my Tonka toys building roads. My Mom never had to worry about where I was. As a kid, I even got my Dad to take me around to heavy truck dealers so I could gom the color brochures and memorize the specs. I can remember drawing detailed, scale pictures of trucks (mostly Mack B-61s) for hours on end. I always dreamed about owning one myself. Even put myself through tractor trailer driving school. Nothing is as cool to me as sitting up high in a big diesel truck and going through the gears. I just wish I could fit a Road Ranger in Brutus. The sounds of the engine. The vibrations. The smell of diesel exhaust. The bumps. The view. I love it. I don't drive my Mustang GT in snow ever and seldom in rain. 13 years old and it still has the original brake shoes with plenty of meat left. If the weather is crappy, Brutus gets the call to action. And sometimes I want to drive him just because I feel like it. Welcome to the addiction!