It's been a while since I've posted anything, so here we go again.
I had the truck up and running in just about 2 years after I brought it home. Primer, and with a plywood flatbed so Dawg could go along, and that was good for me.Thank you Lester "Whisker's" Carter for all the help getting it back together. Then one evening I was on the way to town, and the engine started making some strange noises, and after being towed home and taking off the head, I found that the rebuild had went bad, in a big way. So out comes the engine(again).Only had just under 6,000 miles on it, and never have figured out why it went bad. Another rebuild, and I'm back in the saddle. I stopped by a friends place to visit, and he asked why I was still riding around in primer. I told him I wasn't a painter, and he said he could fix that. So the next day he's at the house at 8 in the a.m. and we are going after it like a couple of madmen. 8 days later it's covered in new colors. And I'm a happy camper. Thanks John Schwarz.
The next weekend, with the paint barely dry, I drive it to OKC to show it off to Mom and family, and when I get home, realize the reason I am so sore, is that the steering box has been leaking. Armstrong Power Steering don't cut it for this old man. So that's been reworked and back together.On that road trip, I realized I needed something to hold everything in place under the seat, and after one inquiry on Stovebolt, several of the Bolter's have me set up with an original jack storage set up. There are some really great folks on this site, and I appreciate everything everyone has done to help me with my truck.
I'd like to change out the brakes and go with disc sometime down the road. I've been collecting parts as I can, and soon enough I'll have all the stuff to do the swap. A/C is also on the list, with the Kansas summers being a little on the warm side.
While I was in OKC, my cousin came by and saw the truck. Couldn't believe the work that had been done to it, and told me it wasn't this nice when Grandma bought it new in 64'. I got home, and she had sent me some old photos she had found of when the truck was nearly new. Also found the original invoice when Grandma and family bought it new, as well as the original OK tag that was on the truck. This is the only new vehicle my grandparents ever owned, the same truck I got my license in at 15, and has a ton of good memories that go with it. I live on 3 miles of dirt road, and it takes some doing to keep it cleaned up after going to town, but there is always someone that wants to see it or talk about it when I go anywhere, And Dawg seems to think it's his ride, I just do the driving. I'll never let it go, and have to figure out how to be buried with it when the time comes.My daughter doesn't have too much interest in it, as she seems to think it's just an old truck, without the power steering, brakes, A/C, etc...that she has to have to go anywhere. I'm happier driving this old truck than I would be with a brand new one. Seems the new stuff just doesn't have any soul or character. I get everywhere I want to go in this one, just not as fast.
Thanks again to all the folks here on Stovbolt, and I'll try and keep up with the changes I make as time goes on.