I was riding my Harley in Northern Georgia mountains and this old Ford caught my eye under a shed. I knocked on the farm house door and a fellow about 50 answered. He had a wad of chew the size of a baseball "tween his cheek and gum."

I asked him if he was interested in selling the old truck, and he said "NO!" He said it belonged to his Dad and he planned to restore one day.

I plan to go back about once a year and keep asking him.

Parked next to the truck was another from the 30's.

Mark "47ohv" Dowis