Vintage Steel
Sr. Member
Traded my Dad's cousin,Gary, a 95 dodge 3/4 ton 4x4 V10 Regular cab for it. It had been setting in a barn [sure wish I had pictures of that] for years...kind of. it would get driven a few miles up the mountain in the summer sometimes, to go huckleberry picking, but not for the last 10 years or so. I told Gary I would trade him if I could drive it home. he assured me I could but it would take some work. We agreed that I would buy all the parts and, assuming it drove home, he wouldn't have to pay me back. (he bought the beer) A few hours, about a hundred dollar bill and several trips to Napa later, It started.
I changed all the oil and filters. Filled it full of premium, topped the radiator off with a garden hose, changed the points, condenser, cap and rotor, plugs, wires, battery, 1 cable and the belt. ran a grease gun under it and aired up 3 tires.
Fended off 5000 wasps and 1 mouse.
I drove it 26 miles home with a smile on my face. The interior had blankets and tool boxes and tools and camping gear and a whole list of miscellaneous stuff that Gary didn't bother to take out as it was his late fathers [my Great Uncles] rig and he said he had no use for it it. was covered in dust and apparently I missed a wasp nest in the drivers door and got stung twice on the way home. Got it home and took my last can of bee killer to it.
When I popped the hood there were 2 wires on the alternator that were just twisted together that were glowing red hot. I lit a cigarette off the glowing ball of copper and stood back and grinned while my wife asked me if I was crazy for trading a perfectly good pickup for this piece of shit.
...That was almost two years ago, She knows I'm crazy now.
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