I’d always be with my best friend “Robyn”, and we would ride with her dad almost always everywhere. Bowling alley, store, camping… Everytime, never failed her dad would buy us a double scooped ice cream cone to eat. We’d sit in the ack of his Ford 350 dbl cab and try to eat the whole thing before it melted. We would spin the cone, licking the sides and Robyn would bite hers, and mine if I couldn’t stop the melting. My favorite was always the bottom of the cone anyway.