Cool back story! I am smiling at all of it!
But I can't picture Martin with that hair! But at my age, I don't probably wouldn't recognize him from the one time we met.
Anyway, keep up the work!
Thanks.
So hear I am driving around my truck, doing truck like things, in the Midwest.
Coon hunting. Deer hunting. Cruise night. Mudding. Taking my girlfriend on dates to the movies. Swap meets. County fairs. Pulling Fords out of the mud. Tractors pulls. 4 of July fireworks. Field bashin' All the good stuff.
So when I painted the old girl the box was only meant to be temporary. It had some rust where the fenders bolt on the inner panels. On the fenders and the inner panel was rusted though. It also had a retrofitted metal floor in the box.
I also was running a jaz 20 gallon fuel cell bolted in the back. My saddle tank ended up being no good after I blasted the rust away. Stupid pinhole.
This really drove me nuts because it was the low point of the truck. Everyone would say "WOW! nice truck man!". They would then proceed to walk around and look and then they would look over the tailgate and peer in the box.
I dreaded this part of their inspection.
Every time the same thing came. "Why didn't you fix this?" Or "What's going on here?" Or if a ford fellow was looking at it; "f*ckin' Chevys, can't keep a gas tank in them."
And I would then plead my case... It's only temporary- I couldn't find a decent step side box without selling the farm. Or, yeah I bet your ford from '79 has a rusty tank too. This
is the rust belt man.
Anyway two years of this crap and I was over it. Time to fix this crap.
The hunt for a bed was on. And it had to be a wood bed. It was time to make the bed a hi-light of this ol' girl not a low-light.
And fix the gas tank situation.