Skunkard was born in Japan. He immigrated to the United States in 1984 where he lived a long fulfilling life. First owned by Grandpa Booth, he was ceremoniously handed down through the Booth Family dynasty through Brion Booth to his last frequent driver, Kristin Booth. He is survived by 3 other Booth family vehicles, and preceded in death by the Station Wagon, The Stinky Car, and Brown Datsun. Skunkard was a good truck. I can't say he wasn't a quitter, because he gave up every 5 or so years toward the end of his life. Time after time, Papa Booth refused to accept Skunkard's resignation, and after much mechanical reluctance Skunkard would resume his duties as a small nasty truck. Skunkard, you will be missed. I cried when you died. I will remember fondly the times we had together, and I will especially miss the way precipitation leaked through every fiber of your being. Rest in peace, nasty-nast. I hope you enjoy that big dump in the sky, where you will eternally be carting leaves and branches back and forth for eternity. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.