We had three trucks…two pretty much stayed on the ranch. One of them (the nicest) took us to town and back. Two of them were the five window 1950s thereabouts chevys. I cannot remember the years. The third truck had a floor shift and a clutch that took three people to push down. That was one tough truck.
The ugliest of the five window trucks had running boards built for it…they were two by sixes on each side, and we had a welder to make the brackets to bolt them on. This truck had been in a lot of brush country. There were deep scratches in the paint everywhere. A horse had cribbed on one of the fenders when the truck was parked too close to the pens. The truck just looked like it had seen better days. We had two spare tires in the bed along side an old house jack and a four way lug wrench.
We used that truck for hunting. (There are some things we can share only among ourselves). After firing a deer rifle inside the cab of a truck with the opposite window rolled up, we decided to shoot the gun outside the truck. That truck did have a bullet hole in the floor from when we went over some rough terrain (at least that was my Dad’s story) bullet flattened the tire too. These trucks were great trucks! Heaters worked great in the winter…no air condition of course. The trucks that stayed at the ranch did not get many miles put on them. I remember our town truck had points and plugs replaced (in about 30 minutes) a couple of times. I don’t think they make trucks like that anymore!
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