My Grandfather was "semi famous in a small town" as a bluegrass and gospel musician. When he passed, I inherited his truck, an '87 Ranger. In the 3 years or so that I've had it, it's seriously gone down hill, with now 340k miles on it, and a motor that isn't know for being extremely reliable, I don't find this very surprising. I stopped at a small town dealership today, just to see what overpriced crap was on the lot because I had about a half hour to kill. Turns out I met my grandfather's biggest fan. One of the salesmen came out to talk to me, and after a few minutes we discovered we knew some of the same people. Then he figured out who I was, and who my grandfather was, he insisted that he just had to have that truck. In the end, I traded the truck (keep in mind it had more problems than you can shake a stick at) for a '95 Nissan pathfinder with 160k and purrs like a kitten, minor bumper damage, AND a '84 Mercedes Benz 300 SEL Diesel fixer upper with 220k, supposedly only needs a key and to charge the battery up to get it running. He tried to also throw in his 1 ton ford extended cab, but I just simply couldn't take that. It was a total junker, but it runs. I just told him that 1 ton would cost too much for me to drive down the road. All this because of who owned my truck before me. He said he considers it a collectors item. My Grandfather and his brother have cut a few tracks with Jerry Lee Lewis and Ernest Tubb. Ernest Tubb actually offered my great uncle a full time slot in his band, to which the drunken rockabilly guitarist replied "no one in your bunch is good enough to play with me." This guy was there in the bar when the offer was made.