My wife found the truck on a dirt lot and I was lamenting our Chevelle project. She urged me to call the guy and we bought it not knowing a thing about Stovebolts. In reality I needed a project, she knew that; I didn't. I drove it home, well sort of. It died in the driveway and it took my son and I one week to get it running. I now have two times the purchase price in it and now it's a part of our family. My oldest daughter said if I ever sell it she'll hate me for ever. Not many folks say the number. I have all the documentation of all I have done to it including the purchase price. It's in a binder with all the receipts.
