Another One...

The night before Art's surgery we took a little road trip to the Atalissa Truck Stop (about fifteen miles away) to pick up this little beauty:

Yeah, I know. It's a pick-up truck. You know, when you own four pick-ups and a total of nine vehicles (not counting motorcycles- three), what's one more?

I would like to tell you a little bit about the truck, but seeing as Art is sleeping off the Percoset I can only give you limited information:

• He bought on Ebay


• It's from Southern Colorado so there is one single spot of rust on the door panel and that's it. The underside is in perfect, rust-free condition


• It's from the '70's...early '70's if I remember correctly


• It came with another set of really cool wheels/tires- free (apparently the guy just wanted to get rid of them) and will look great on the Charger


• Did I mention there is no rust?
  

Do you know when I found out about this little purchase? Friday night in the emergency room while the doctor was stitching up Art's hand. Perhaps he thought I wouldn't make a scene if there were other people in the room...

Art assures me he can easily double his money by selling the truck. But he also said it would be really easy to stick one of his (many) diesel engines in it. I told him I don't care if he converts it or not; if he wants to keep it, he has to sell one of the other pick-ups. He thought this was a fair deal but hasn't decided yet what to do. I can't blame him- it's hard to think in a narcotic-enduced haze.