TLDR: I finally managed to acquire the 1959 3200 that introduced me to TF trucks back before I could drive and started a lifelong obsession with four headlight Task Force trucks. And no one died.
The saga begins back in the dark ages, soon after the Dark Wizard Zargothrax
was defeated. My dad drug home a 1959 Chevy truck that he found in a field for $100 and declared that he was going to rebuild it with my older brother. It was a forbidden love, because it was not my truck, but it thrived anyway.
It had a straight 6 with no head, a dash covered in sheepskin, a frozen rear axle, and a fairly mangled bed. My brother was never interested in it. He went to college, got a couple Mustangs, came back, and moved on without ever touching the Apache.
I lobbied for several years to get to build it because I thought it was the greatest truck ever made, but my advances were rebuffed. I don't have any pictures from this vintage.
