I sold my truck yesterday.

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It was the truck that got me interested in the 67-72's. It had been at a friend's house for years and years just sitting there. My friend's dad had been fixing it up for her daughter to drive, but never got it finished all the way because she was killed by a drunk driver. Years later (2001) he sold his house to his son, I went to work for my friends dad, but the truck still sat at the old house. I asked about the truck and if he was looking to sell it. I loved the styling of the truck and it had straight metal and worn paint, but could get a kid to work and college. He agreed to sell it and get it up and running to pass emissions. I used it as my daily driver from 2001 until 2005. Then my wife and I finished our schooling, got higher paying jobs, and another vehicle. The truck got it's uses now and then. I had two kids and they loved to sit in the front seat and go for rides and places on the weekends. Then we had our third child and the truck became too small for me to fit the kids in to take places while mommy was at work, so the truck hardly ever got used. I found a 71 blazer that would fit all the kids in, so the truck got used for trips to the dump and to haul furniture. Then the HOA complained about the transmission oil leak so it got moved to my in laws house, my father in law has the 67-72 Chevy truck itch, so he didn't mind having another one at the house. I put the truck up for sale so it might be put to better use by someone but never got any serious offers, and the for sale sign faded and disintegrated.

Forward to this weekend. My wife and I went to Los Vegas. We had a good time until we got back from a show and our SUV had been broken in to. They stole our laptop, personal information, and my wife's bag of stuff she brought for the trip. We didn't get to bed until 3 in the morning and had to check out at 11 (thinking back, maybe getting to bed at 3AM at Vegas is early, but I'm not young anymore and had to drive back to Phoenix). 5 minutes after my wake up call my cell phone rings again with an number from Phoenix. Normally I don't answer calls unless I know who is calling, but for some reason I took the call. The guy on the line said he had been the area to look at a truck but passed on it, but saw mine as he was driving through the neighborhood, stopped and asked if it was for sale, they said it was gave him my number, he called me we negotiated a price and it's sold now. He loaded it up on his trailer, left cash and his contact info behind and drove home an hour and a half away on the other side of Phoenix.

So now my truck is gone and I'm looking back at how great it was. It got me everywhere without a problem and other than the gas expense it was cheap. The timing of the sale was an answer to a prayer that I didn't even get on my knees to say. I had given up on selling the truck and didn't want it to face the crusher or parted any more than I liked seeing it sit there. Now it has a another life and will help someone else as they see fit. I love these trucks!