My dad's was like this but blue.

One of my first memories is riding in a camper on the back with my mom when my family moved across the country when I was one or two. When we got to my grandma's house, all my uncles came and helped my dad take the camper off the back.

One time someone rear-ended us, and I bumped my head against the back of the cab. My dad got out and started walking back to the guy who hit us yelling about how his kid was in the truck, and he was going to rip the guy's fucking head off. I assume the guy survived.

Later, he sold it for an Astro van, which was bad enough for him to pledge to never buy GM again. Then he got an F-150, which I learned to drive in. A few years ago, he decided to give GM another shot and bought a Colorado, which I think he still has.