Let’s talk trucks tonight. Of all the rides that I have driven as my own, trucks have been the biggest part of them. Two and four wheel drive, big and small, long and short and none have been anything super special to anyone other than me.
Not my first ride, but my first truck was a 1969 Chevy C10 long wheel base. Burgundy with a white top and white wagon wheels rapped with Belted T/A Radials. It had a straight 6 with a 3 speed that was moved from the tree to the floor with a Hurst shifter. That was for the most part the way I bought it for the low price of $1,700. Believe I added the wheels, but the work and lessons followed after that is what gave me the most enjoyment of all. Not long after I got it I wanted the windows tinted and as I watched I knew that I could learn to tint glass. Before the guy could even finish I was hitting him up for a job, (and that job by itself is another story I could and will write about soon) about two months later I had that job. The interior was black on burgundy. Played with a few different set ups on the stereo, but with the gas tank behind the seat there just weren’t many options I had without removing the tank. I settled on building a custom box that fit under the bench seat (which the girls seem to really enjoy when the bass kicked in) that had to be removed to installed. I found a carpet store that let me go through scraps and managed to find a few pieces that I could use that were black and white. As a school shop project I removed all the chrome on the inside and cut cherry replacement for them that turned out to be very nice. I put in a sliding back glass to improve the A/C to 3/55 from 2/55 with vent glass boost. I made a few repairs during the time I drove that truck that really helped me to learn to take care of the whole truck and not just the looks. I sold that truck not long after I had to replace the front clip, after rear-ending my best friends truck (barely a scratch on his tailgate). The one truck I wish I still owned, but can’t change that now.
The memories on the road I enjoy most come from trucks. Riding in the back down dirt roads headed to the swimming hole. I’ve fallen asleep in the back of a truck under a camper top. Still enjoy loading up all our hunting gear to spend the weekend at the hunting club or tailgating out of town somewhere. Hooking up the boat or camper and hitting the road for a trip in the spring or summer. There is nothing like just hanging out on the tailgate with friends watching a fire or any other outdoor event. Helping a friend move or picking up that surprise deal on something you didn’t know you were going to come across. There really is no replacing what a truck can be in my life. I have owned cars, but it has never been long before I went looking for a truck after I find myself having to call someone with a truck to help with something.
Story after story comes to mind and I can see now that I will have plenty to write about. Whenever I need something jar a memory I can just come back a read this, then pick among the great ones about my trucks.Really trucks are tools for life, the movers of the building blocks and other material that make us who we are. It’s really not about not being a truck person; it’s about finding the truck that is right for you and that can be an ever changing thing. Wished I had more photos of some of my trucks.