Your story reminds me of some things. My first car was given to me by my dad. It was an orange 1951 Chevy Sedan Delivery with a straight six and “three on the tree”. He called it “The Whooptie”, but, it had “The Orange Crate” hand-painted in small white lettering on the side along with some hand-painted daisies. Wish I still had it. Also, where I grew up there was a rock that jutted out into the river where me and the people I hung out with would go. It was simply known as “The Rock”. Loved your story.