After a few more years of being told no, I finally gave up trying to get that truck and went in search of another long-bed, Fleetside, four headlight, TF truck. Those of you who are in the know are aware how hard of a combo that is to find, but I eventually found a '58 over in Montana and took my son on a road trip to pick it up.
By this time, my parents had moved out of that house (but still owned it) and my brother had moved out state. The '59 still languished in the mud, sad and lonely.
I took the kids up to visit their grandparents and the shop where the truck was stored collapsed under the snow load. The truck survived, but its tailgate was lost. With the building collapsed, my parents were finally ready to get rid of the property and the vehicles stored there needed somewhere to go. It was decided that I could have the '59 -- I just had to move it.
I couldn't find anyone that was willing to haul a non-running truck, so I made plans to fly up and tow it down. Then came a little incident called covid and Canada closed the border. Defeated.
I told my parents that they should sell it because they needed to get it off the property and I couldn't come up with a way to get it down here (plus I had gotten the '58 as a replacement). My Dad took that as a personal challenge and decided that one way or another, he was going to find a way to get it here.
