When she was dying of cancer...she would rate her last days. If she felt good that day she used to tell me...it was a beautiful day! I’ve never been so devastated in my whole life. She was an athlete that represented Australia. She won gold in many countries including Canada. I rip on about Canada...but now you know. She was a fighter till her dying days...
I know that song. God I haven't heard it in a while. I like Alabama. :) Those old ass trucks, though.....look like a 67-70 ford.....that Chevy I know has a 350 in it. I'd bore that shit over. Hell yeah....My dad had a 69 ford truck. I helped him build the motor in it. I remember getting up underneath it with him and holding the damn transmission up so he could bolt it in (mind you I'm 18 years old). I helped him skin a deer in our front yard. He hung it upside down in a tree. My little brother came out and started throwing up as soon as he seen it. My dad was like "Wtf boy! Your sister can do this shit but you can't?!".....ahhhh memories.....