I never had a desire in my life to own a truck, but when one sort of fell in my lap while I was in need of a mode of transportation, I sure as hell wasn't going to turn it down. I knew when I got it though that my truck was a different sort of truck. So many American truck drivers seem to feel some sort of "allegiance" to some sort of "rebel" faction from some sort of "war" that happened in this country a while ago. I'm not entirely sure what it was about, since it was at least twenty years ago, but I think it had to do with there not being enough slaves for everyone, so some people wanted to outlaw slavery because if they couldn't have slaves, goddamnit, no one could... or something to that effect... either way, it doesn't matter.
The point is, my truck and I don't really identify with our fellow redneck brothers on this point, but I did
want my good ol' Burt Worthington to bear the colors of some faction, so I chose the only rebel faction that I truly identify with from the only civil war that I really know this history of.
Here's a pic of me and Burt with his new paint job. (He came with an already white passenger door which basically screamed to be painted on like Bonn-o-Tron.)
It took me a while to make the stencil, because I couldn't find my compass or protractor, and wanted to make it as geometrically symmetrical as possible. I also added twin silver stripes down the side of the truck that lead into the emblem, but I don't have pictures of the fully finished product because I'm a lazy fuck.