Big Iron

Previously

…He sat there for a long while, just breathing in the scent of the barn, the lingering smell of exhaust fumes mingling with the familiar aroma of aged wood. He ran his hand over the dashboard, the cracked vinyl cool beneath his fingertips. This was his. This was his dream, his chance to prove himself, not just to others, but to himself. The Ford F150, the Iron Beast, was awake. And Troy Forbes was ready to ride. The engine roared, almost, and in that near-roar, Troy heard the promise of the open road, of adventures yet to unfold, of a future forged from rust and determination. The journey had truly begun.