Friday, May 18, 2012

Getting there in my kinda style

Bought myself something today. I'm still not working, but, needed a way to get around. I didn't want a payment. More important I wanted something at a comfortable level of technology. I hate paying other people to work on my cars. I found this 1966 Chevy 3/4 ton with a factory stake body at a price I could afford. It needs some sheet metal work, some adjusting to the brakes, and seals in the rear end on the drivers side. Just under 64,000 original miles. I bought it from it's second owner. The first owner was a welding shop in Rochester, NY.






I'm gonna fix her and put us both to work

Woods

12 comments:

Gorges Smythe said...

NICE truck!

woodsrunner said...

Thank You

Joel said...

Damn...I'd love one of those! You can even see the engine! Unfortunately on my side of the pond (UK) even if I could find one, it would cost a fortune...:-(
I can't stand modern cars, with all those electronic gizmos and the need to take them to the garage with the "right computers" to fix the slightest of problems.

woodsrunner said...

Joel, That's exactly why I bought it. You know, while I was looking for it, I came accross a couple Morris Traveler woody wagons. I was tempted. I figured getting parts for them here would have put them out of my budget.

Smilin-buddha said...

I am jealous

rick 56 dreaming said...

great find now the fun starts
tinkering and driving
make sure the gas gauge is working



rick

woodsrunner said...

Rick, I can honestly state that the gas gauge works and when it says empty, it is. We trailered it home because of the brakes and the fact that it was 20 miles away. When we loaded the trailer the gauge was a needle width above empty. When we brought it home I drove it around the block and backed it into our shared driveway. Later because it was slightly on the nieghbors side of the driveway, I went to move it over. It ran 30 seconds and died. The needle was dead on the empty. And it was!

Grace said...

That's a real truck, damn it! Not one of these namby-pamby luxury car wannabes they sell these days.

I like my old Chevy long-bed because it has crappy plastic upholstery on its bench seat, dog nose smudges on the windows (nose art, I heard someone call it), and you have to roll the windows down yourself.

pelenaka said...

The smile on your face when you drive that truck ... priceless.

woodsrunner said...

Yes my darling.

You have to admit. I haven't complained much the past week about feeling old and broken bodied. While it's reteaching me how to drive it's bringing back alot to me. I spent most of my youth either driving or riding in similar vehichles. a time when I didn't have to worry about having a roof over my head. When a morning spent picking strawberries or apples for a farmer would net enough for lunch and some gas to get around with. The rest of the day could be spent hunting or fishing, or even just sitting on a cliff over lake ontario enjoying the day.

Thanks for being understanding about this.

I gotta take you parking in it!

Woods

Dianeax00 said...

And as the wife is riding her bike to work she'll be calling you..."Hey Babe there's (you name it) out by the road in the garbage take the truck and pick it up"...LOL..sweet deal.

woodsrunner said...

SHHHH!! Please don't give her any ideas!