Faint memories of my first meeting but lest I will ever forget it. It was a sunny day back in 1990, it was the day it came over to my house. Gleaming in the sunlight the reflection blinded my eyes. I walked around it, caressing every curve in pure awe of its magnificents. Throughout the 9 year span before I got engaged with it, it was my home away from home, with my father as my own personal driver. Given to me my senior year of high school as an early graduation gift, I took full advantage of what it was meant to be. A $400 dollar rough country lift kit and a $400 set of 33" all-terrain tires brought to life this beast. Growing 3" a couple years later and up to 35" tires, I kept it going. It taught me a lot about devotion and fixing cars. It was my best friend because it was always there and when I needed it the most, it always came through (sometimes with a little help from me). It was my lover because it brought out my passion for cars. This truck will live forever in my heart and those who it has touched, always remembered as "The Big Ass Suburban" For those wondering how it died, old age... Cracked transmission case, but mostly because the body and frame are suffering from extreme deterioration.