Remember the dream truck we got nearly a year ago, last spring?
A thing of beauty, it was.
Such a fabulous shade of vintage sage green.
It was perfect in every way, all original.
Which sadly, turned out to be a bit of a challenge.
The old school brakes and lack of power steering made for more than a few hair-raising moments on the road.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy gave me one driving lesson, and well, let's just say that there was a lot of dashboard grabbng, and hollering, and tears were shed.
(And that was just Ralph.)
We won't even go into how upset I was.
So, being as driving the truck turned out to be less than ideal (and completely out of my comfort zone.) we came to the conclusion that what I needed was an old classic truck that had been updated.
Modified with power steering.
And disc brakes.
And so, we sold the wonderful sage green truck (and doubled our money, thankyouverymuch.) and I began searching dilegently online for it's replacement.
Finally, after months of searching online, and a few trips around town to look at potential contenders, I found one on craigslist.
After emailing with the owner, and having him send oodles of additional photos of the truck, I decided this just might be the one. We called and spoke with the owner, and at this point I learned a valuable lesson.
The lesson is this: Pay close attention to the location of the item your inquiring about. (unless you like road trips.)
As we reached an agreement on the time we would meet, and at this point the guy asked where we would be coming from.
"Camas," I said.
"Where's that?", he replied.
(Suddenly it occurred to me that I was just assuming the truck was in our area, because it was listed on the Portland craigslsist.)
It turned out that the perfect truck of my dreams was about three hours away, just a few miles from Seattle.
Fortunately, Ralph and I do like road trips. (and it didn't hurt that Ralph has family up in that area.)
We loaded up, and off we went.
We met the guy and the truck in a bank parking lot and inspected the Seahawk blue classic 1952 Chevy Pickup over, inside and out. It looked like a million bucks, (Complete with that adorable sun visor across the top!)and had all the modern day features I was after.
It was even prettier in person than the photos boasted.
It had been well worth the months of online searching, and the long drive.
I fell in love right there in that bank parking lot all over again. This truck is here to stay.