🚗 Father’s Day Giveaway – Share a Memory, Win a 3Wliners floor mat! 💙

Father’s Day is coming! To celebrate, we want to hear your special memories with your dad in the car

Maybe it was your first road trip, a fun drive, or a quiet moment together — every story matters!

We’re giving away free car floor mats to 3 lucky people!

How to join:
Comment below with a memory you have with your dad in the car.
We will pick our favorite stories and send the winners a gift!

Giveaway ends on 6.23 , and winners will be announced on 6.24.

Let’s thank all the dads who have been with us on the road.

3Wliners said:

Father’s Day is coming! To celebrate, we want to hear your special memories with your dad in the car

Maybe it was your first road trip, a fun drive, or a quiet moment together — every story matters!

We’re giving away free car floor mats to 3 lucky people!

How to join:
Comment below with a memory you have with your dad in the car.
We will pick our favorite stories and send the winners a gift!

Giveaway ends on 6.23 , and winners will be announced on 6.24.

Let’s thank all the dads who have been with us on the road.

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I have two. The first was learning to shift, from the passenger seat of a Japanese manual minivan. It was the ugliest orange color ever. I was an Air Force brat, so three years at Yokota AFB.

The second was when our 83 VW van’s engine seized. My dad said I could steer it when we tow strapped it to the junkyard. I was 15.

I guess mine are both about learning cool things about cars. Not as much as the people with mechanic Dads, but he could tell I was interested in the subject and let me dabble. Shock replacements and wheel bearings on a 1980 Pontiac Le Mans. I don’t think it even needed them. But I got to learn how at the risk of me breaking our primary car.

WILDHOBO said:

I have two. The first was learning to shift, from the passenger seat of a Japanese manual minivan. It was the ugliest orange color ever. I was an Air Force brat, so three years at Yokota AFB.

The second was when our 83 VW van’s engine seized. My dad said I could steer it when we tow strapped it to the junkyard. I was 15.

I guess mine are both about learning cool things about cars. Not as much as the people with mechanic Dads, but he could tell I was interested in the subject and let me dabble. Shock replacements and wheel bearings on a 1980 Pontiac Le Mans. I don’t think it even needed them. But I got to learn how at the risk of me breaking our primary car.

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Wow, those sound like some unforgettable and exciting moments with your dad! Learning to shift and being trusted to drive at 15 — that must have felt like a real adventure.
Thanks for sharing such great memories with us. Wishing you and your dad a very happy Father’s Day!

I would share and enter, but I have Armorlite flooring and dont need the mats. Good luck to all the other Dads that enter! Thanks for doing something for the Dads out here @3Wliners !

I just think about the last time I saw my dad 8 years ago, told me to come home the next day for smoked ribs. He collapsed in the hospital parking lot visiting his dad in the hospital that day and passed away, my grandfather passed away two weeks later. Cherish the time you have with family and friends, they won't be around forever.

Well, Dad was a Professional truck driver for almost 30 yrs. When I finally got tall enough to see over the steering wheel , Dad would let me Drive his 1 Ton Dodge truck around the hay field while He and my Uncles tossed hay on the hay wagon
He just stuck a jacket in behind me so when I need to hit the brake I could hold it down

Years later Dad taught me how to drive a Big over the road truck.
I was having trouble shifting that 10 speed.
So Dads solution was to have me drive and watch the tachometer and He would tell me to push the clutch and He shifted from the passenger seat . He was smooth as silk.
After watching him I was able to get it pretty handily. We traveled the USA driving truck and seen all but 5 states.

Dad passed 4 yrs ago in April .

When I was 6 my dad said I could move the car, thinking I wouldn't do it. I think I got the revs up to 4-5k before dumping the clutch and putting the Accord through the fence into the yard.

He showed me how to build a fence shortly after that.

About 1990, Me and my Dad and his dog named Zero on a road trip in Dad's 88' Dodge Ram Charger. We're going to some radio-controlled plane meet / event. Dad was into RC planes, big time. Zero was a mid to large sized pooch, Pit Bull and something else mix breed. Zero was whitish in color with almost orange spots on his sides. So, Dad named his beloved dog "Zero."

Highway 395, in the desert, Zero starts acting antsy, pacing back and forth in the back seat. I tell my Pops that we should pull over, I think Zero needs to go poddy. Dad says something like, "Nah, he does many trips with me, he never drips a drop. He's fine."

We never made it to the RC aircraft show. Zero dropped a number 2 in the backseat of Dad's pristine Ram Charger. Dad got mad and yelled at Zero (Dad never yelled at Zero), and so Zero ran back and forth in the backseat.... spreading the #2 all over.

We sat roadside in several stops on the way home cleaning and taking breaths outside the truck.

If 35 years ago you saw two men taking breaths while hanging out the front windows of a black Ram Charger with a beautiful dog in the backseat: It might have been us. Pops, me, and Zero.

Be Well. Jeep on.

Eric

Dad and Zero are gone now. But that day I learned a lesson from my Dad that I used and passed on to my sons... 'Sometimes you should listen to your dog better.' 'And to your sons.'

I lost my dad 3 years ago this month from Alzheimer's. Going back in time thinking about the road trips out west and down south was not what I intended to do this evening. But I think I will keep these stories to myself and think about a few more for the rest of the night.

Talk to your dad while you can!

Back in the 70's my Dad went through a phase of owning motorcycles. Him and a good friend would buy, trade and buy to try and outdo each other. He used to take me riding and many times he would take me on back roads, put me in front of him, get through the gears and up to speed, then let me grab the handlebars and control the bike. I was young, scared and excited all at the same time.
I used to take him out to eat (his favorite thing to do) for birthdays and Fathers Day. One year I took him to my favorite Mexican restaurant. He was a very simple man and believe it or not had never been to a Mexican restaurant before. He was more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy but did love his crab legs. Anyway, after we left the restaurant, he thanked me for taking him out to eat and he said "Son, thanks for taking me out to eat but please don't ever take me back to that place again". Made me chuckle on the inside. What I wouldn't give to be able to take him out to eat again. Lost him the day after Labor Day 2006. Can't believe it's been so long. I sure do miss fishing and playing golf with him.
For those who still have Fathers, enjoy them while you can. You may have your differences but in my opinion nobody can replace your Dad.

At my Dad's funeral I spoke about the impact road trips had on me. So many that I should probably write a book about them. From the time my little brother had appendicitis at Fort Leonard Wood and they threw him and my mom on a Blackhawk to a hospital in Jefferson City - my Dad put me and big bro in the '62 Chevrolet Impala Convertible and we darn near beat the helo there. Or Memphis to Tulsa in record time when my older brother was injured in Panama with 101st, and Mom was back home hysterical. Or all the trips around TX, MO, OK, KS, TN for my baseball and soccer tournaments, ODP events.....those conversations shaped who I am. When cancer came back, it came back hard. He had a few months. I was thrilled to get a chance to take one last trip - 5 days to drive Buda, TX to Big Bend, TX and back. I'm very grateful for that gift, and we had a great time. He lived a life of service. He was hard on us, but he loved us and he was always there.

1SG Ted W. McDaris, U.S. ARMY (retired)
Oklahoma Department of Corrections, Probation/Parole (retired)
Tulsa Country Sheriff Deputy (retired)

Time Magazine had a photo from Vietnam. A few Big Bend trip pics. And there is a pic there with my Dad and little bro after laying a wreath at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

Shibbyjeep said:

I would share and enter, but I have Armorlite flooring and dont need the mats. Good luck to all the other Dads that enter! Thanks for doing something for the Dads out here @3Wliners !

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Thank you so much for the kind words and support!
Wishing you a fantastic Father’s Day, and thanks again for cheering on the other dads. We really appreciate you being part of the community!

Waltzforzizi said:

I just think about the last time I saw my dad 8 years ago, told me to come home the next day for smoked ribs. He collapsed in the hospital parking lot visiting his dad in the hospital that day and passed away, my grandfather passed away two weeks later. Cherish the time you have with family and friends, they won't be around forever.

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Thank you so much for sharing something so personal and meaningful. We’re deeply sorry for your loss — that must have been an incredibly difficult time, and your words are a powerful reminder of how precious time with our loved ones truly is.

Your story touched us, and we’re honored you chose to share it here. Wishing you strength, peace, and a Father’s Day filled with love and cherished memories.

Stan H said:

Well, Dad was a Professional truck driver for almost 30 yrs. When I finally got tall enough to see over the steering wheel , Dad would let me Drive his 1 Ton Dodge truck around the hay field while He and my Uncles tossed hay on the hay wagon
He just stuck a jacket in behind me so when I need to hit the brake I could hold it down

Years later Dad taught me how to drive a Big over the road truck.
I was having trouble shifting that 10 speed.
So Dads solution was to have me drive and watch the tachometer and He would tell me to push the clutch and He shifted from the passenger seat . He was smooth as silk.
After watching him I was able to get it pretty handily. We traveled the USA driving truck and seen all but 5 states.

Dad passed 4 yrs ago in April .

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What an incredible journey you and your dad shared — literally across the country. It’s those kinds of memories, like learning to shift gears side by side and seeing the world together, that stay with us forever.

We’re truly sorry for your loss. Thank you for letting us glimpse such a meaningful part of your story. Wishing you a peaceful Father’s Day filled with love, reflection, and the road he helped pave for you.

STACHES said:

When I was 6 my dad said I could move the car, thinking I wouldn't do it. I think I got the revs up to 4-5k before dumping the clutch and putting the Accord through the fence into the yard.

He showed me how to build a fence shortly after that.

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That’s such a classic dad moment — giving you the chance, not expecting you’d actually go for it! Sounds like a wild ride and a great story to tell now. And hey, learning to build a fence right after? That’s hands-on parenting at its finest.

Thanks for sharing the memory — it definitely brought a smile. Wishing you a Father’s Day full of laughs and good memories!