It`s these nebulous relationships that old trucks bring forth to many. More than just steel and rubber, these trucks define a bit of humanity and hope for us all. Just look into the relationships, community and family the old trucks spawn. My thoughts go out to Barbara and Frank who could share joy and sorrow through a Stovebolt. For me I was awaiting the day to really start the restoration of the old 53 Chevy. I hoped that soon I would bring renewed life back to the old truck my buddy Buzz traded a bicycle for. I looked forward to sharing a ride with him in the future. As things go, so did Buzz who died unexpectedly a few months ago. Never got to take that ride but now as I scrape the grease and shine the bolts back to their original luster I think often of the friend and the joys that come from spending time together.
