Friends, family, and kind strangers,

My brother has a dream. Not a noble, world-changing dream like curing diseases or climbing Mount Everest. Nope—he just wants an old truck. Not even a shiny one. He’s aiming for the kind of truck that smells faintly of motor oil, creaks like your grandpa’s knees, and has more rust than paint.

Why? Because apparently nothing says happiness like questionable gas mileage and an AM-only radio.

This isn’t about luxury—it’s about pride. It’s about rolling down the street in a vehicle that may or may not make it to the next stoplight. It’s about having a truck old enough that when you park it somewhere, people immediately ask, “You restoring that… or abandoning it?”

Your donation won’t just buy my brother a truck. It will buy him:

• A glove box full of random screws and expired insurance cards.

• The sweet workout of slamming the door hard enough to make the headlights flicker.

• A bed that can haul exactly one lawnmower or three friends who made bad life choices.

And here’s the kicker—it’s his birthday. Don’t let him blow out his candles and make a wish just to end up with a Prius.

So please, dig deep. Skip your morning latte and help fund this monumental step in my brother’s life. Together, we can make sure he ends up with the rust bucket of his dreams.

Because if we don’t raise enough… he’s getting a Prius. And no one wants that.