There is something to be said for driving a pickup truck, down a winding highway, listening to rock radio, with the windows down. Get the feeling of Freebird as the truck is pushing against the wind on an Indian Summer day. I look at the boys and they don’t know anything bad in this world. They are young and bold, and I wonder if they will even remember this day or feel that same sense of open road and reckless manful pride that can only be felt by driving fast and free.