It's out floating in the 'Bay now with 4 hours left and $910 worth of bids.. i'm curious to see what happens with it.
It was a tough decision to sell this one, and I guess part of me put a $800 opening bid on it in the hopes nobody would want her for that kinda $$ and i'd just HAVE to keep it.
But the truth is there are many, many more of them out there on the sandy plains.. tucked away in thick pockets of trees, scattered amoung the bluffs and cattle.. and nothing can beat the feeling you get pulling one of those rigs out into traffic the first time.. hittin' third with the wind slowly building on your face as it rushes in the windows.. watching the speedometer creep up to 55.. and trying to read the lips of annoyed motorists as they speed past you, undoubetedly uttering vulgarities that would make even the most grizzled sailor blush.
Those folks are just too busy with their rush rush rush daily routines and $7 double espressos and high power buisness meetings to really get what drivin' a stovebolt is all about.
Of course theres also the old farmer in his beat up 70's 3/4 ton Chevy passing by going the other way.. with a simple nod or with two fingers extended from the top of the steering wheel you know he understand completely.
To me, thats what having one of these trucks is all about.. the experience.. and with each truck comes a whole new personality and a whole new batch of experiences.
