[Rob H.]

I know this feeling very well, in 1985 I was 17 and found a freshly painted 69 stepside, nothing fancy but at 17 I thought it was the coolest truck ever and I'd been hunting for one from the time I started driving. The old guy said $1100, he wouldn't take a check, wanted cash, I told him no problem, that I'd be back the next day after school with the money. I went to the bank and got the money from my account and had Dad run me up there. We pulled in the driveway and no truck, the guy wouldn't even come out and talk too us, he sent his daughter in law out to tell us he'd sold it that morning. The worst thing was I saw it everyday on the ride to school after that and knew the guy that bought it. I laughed at him when he wrecked it 6 months later and he knew why!