I finally had to put Old Gus out of my misery. Gus was the pickup I inherited from my Father. I wouldn't call Dad a hoarder, but the man had a collection of shoestrings. "Well, the boots might wear out, but you can always use the strings for stuff like hanging up pictures." You should have seen his art collection. Naked Mexican ladies hanging by a shoestring. That sounds like a new Showtime series. But I digress. Old Gus was like a brother to me. In fact, in Dad's will, he left me to Gus. Oh, I'll bet the lawyer...