It's what happy homes are made of, teenage rebellion! Under every roof across America (although this story takes place in the land of our great white neighbors to the north), where a teenager sits you can bet trouble is a brewin'. Of course, trouble can be anything, literally anything, in this day and age, but in some cases the ending doesn't always turn out like Rebel Without A Cause.

Robert Mio was one of those teenagers who just couldn't help but rebel against his dad. There was just something under his skin and in his blood that wouldn't let him back down or give in. Most teenagers throw blows with their old man over curfew times, layin' off grandpa's cough medicine, and, of course, leaving that poor innocent girl next door alone, but as for Robert, his battle was over something totally out of the norm. Since elementary school Robert had always had his eye on a '56 Ford truck. When his desire for one didn't fade as he got older, his dad's resistance to him getting one only swelled. It was a classic battle between father and son. Son wants a rusted-out pile of metal, and dad says spend your money on something more practical. Eventually, Robert's perseverance and persistence paid off, and his dad gave in and said, "Get the truck!"

The truck Robert had always had his mind on sat across the street from his elementary school. It was four different colors, hadn't moved in years, rust, dents, dings, and it was perfect. Well, so he thought. When he approached the owner about the truck, Robert always figured he'd pretty much hand over the beat '56, but as it turned out the truck was only sitting until the owner got around to fixing it up. With that idea scratched from the playbook, Robert jumped on another bite. The local tool rental store had a '56 that just sat there. The truck had been traded to the company after the previous owner couldn't pay his rental bill. This time when Robert approached the owner things went as planned, and they had no problem handing it over. The truck ran and drove, but needed a little work. Robert massaged the big-block 396, painted the truck white, and hit the streets. All was good until he had kids of his own, and then it was time to let the Ford sit.

Since the day he parked the truck he had always wanted to rebuild it. Between running the kids to swim practice, gymnastics, and, of course, hockey, Robert worked on the truck as much as possible, which wasn't much. Once the 50th anniversary of the truck approached, he decided to step things up (due to some encouragement from his wife) and debut the truck at the F-100 Super Nationals in Knoxville, Tennessee. From there on out it was on.