I'd like to own and operate a tree farm. And metal smith, still, of course. Something about tree farms are so ridiculously calming to me. I would walk my acres every day. It would keep me young. Help me breath. And would be an amazing legacy to pass on to my son and to his children and so on and so forth.
I could see Terry doing this in a heart beat. Anything that could prove his truck worthy! Or any excuse to get a bad-ass hauling truck with all the manly bells and whistles. A tree farm would be the perfect excuse for the most incredible truck.