I grew up around a bunch of them. Their trucks were always dirty and beat to hell, with bald tires and a spit can in the cupholder. You didn't wanna scrap with one back when they were in their 20's-30's, but by the time they hit their mid-40's they had lost all their teeth and were all divorced, broke down, and frail. And their BOOTS was about all they had to be proud of.
Looking back, I'll take my lifestyle over theirs ANY DAY. 😉