As promised. Here are the photos of my grandson on Christmas morning.
I'm starting him out early on his trip to "redneckdom." Because the trucks a convertible I'm having a hard time figuring out how to mount the gun-rack and rifles.
Actually "Red Rider" B.B. guns. (No he won't shoot his eye out.) His dad and I are working on the rack.


All shined up and ready to go.



Come on dad. Let's go pick up chicks. .................................................. ..................................No dad, the radio is NOT to loud.