Some of you may remember when that loveable joke-ster, friend, and loyal companion Super-Beast entered our family unit last year. Well, it pains me to say it, but on Saturday, Super-Beast left our family to go take care of an 18 year-old community college student. I will miss the old radio that only got one channel, the toy gorilla that was somehow magically affixed to the dash board that won't come off no matter what, and the sound it made in the morning since the muffler rusted off.
Super-Beast the Day he came to our family
However, this is not meant to be some sort of mopey, dreary, mourn-fest for what was and what might have been. No, this is a great day, because today I introduce to you, Son of Super-Beast. Son of Super-Beast is a 1995 Nissan pickup with 4wd and fuel-injection with almost no rust herpes. We've already been driving SSB around in the snow and been having a great time. SSB still isn't pretty, but follows his father's motto of 'git er done'.
Son of Super-Beast together with Super-Beast on sale day