My 1955 1st glovebox had a new 1954 nickel and the registration cards of the previous 2 owners (before the guy I bought it from). Removed the seat to put in a new gas tank. The cab corners had old tools and empty 6 oz. pop bottles. Underneath the seat I found a mouse nest amongst all the other junk (maps, yardstick, twine etc.). Vacuumed and wiped down the seat thoroughly. Cleaned and vacuumed the whole cab inside. Put everything back together. The truck ran great and smelled much better. As I was cruising down the road a mouse ran up my britches leg. We both were having a heart attack. Thank goodness there was no traffic. I pulled over, opened the door and it jumped out. Other than grumpy ole men, there are other creatures who like old trucks. And before someone asks, yes that was the shortest date I ever had.
