The story of my truck (LONG READ)

[Chevyman680063]

I've been a board member for almost 2 years and was just a board lurker before that but I figured I'd share the story of my '68. My grandfather bought the truck brand new in the fall of '67 from the local Chevy dealership. It came with the 250 inline six and the 3 speed on the column. It's a shortbed stepside and originally it was the light powder blue color with a white top. My grandfather worked for a company where he had to travel around the state so they gave him a company vehicle to drive so he taught my dad how to drive in the '68 and let him drive it to school. My parents went out on dates in the truck during high school. My dad drove the truck until he was able to save up the money to buy his own vehicle. After that I guess it was just my grandfather who used it.

My grandfather died from cancer during the 2nd half of '81, I wasn't born until the 1st half of the next year so we never got to meet. When he died my grandmother let my dad have the truck and he drove it whenever he needed to haul anything or just to take it out for a drive on the weekends. He eventually had it repainted a medium shade of blue in I guess the early/mid 80's. Well I use to play and crawl and jump off of that truck all the time as a kid but never thought anything about it one day being mine.

People had been asking my dad for years if he would sell it but he never did thankfully because as I got closer to driving age I knew what I wanted when I got my license. In January of '98 my dad had the truck tuned up, had it repainted, and had the seat/visors reupholstered. He taught me how to drive in that truck and I drove that truck to school and anywhere else everyday. I had people ask me how much I wanted for it but would always tell them it wasn't for sale, not because it was an old truck but because it was my grandfather's truck.

Well in December of '02 the uglyness happened. I was driving in my downtown area when someone in one of those import tuners ran into me going about 60-70 something mph. Thankfully I was not hurt, just bruised and sore. Unfortunately though the truck didn't do as well. The front end was smashed and both sides of the frame were bent in the front. I could have been hurt alot worse but I like to think that my grandfather was sitting next to me that day and took care of me.

Well here it is, around 5 1/2 years since that day and I still have not been able to start working on it so I can get it back on the road, mainly because it cost alot of money. I found a frame for it in February '03 from a '67 short fleetside that was in a local junk yard but haven't been able to get any further since. This year though I am going to try and get started working on the frame and get it cleaned up and get new suspension and brake parts for it and then transfer over the cab and bed. The original 250 is going to need to be rebuilt and the transmission and rear end are going to need their seals replaced. I know it won't be back on the road this year but maybe next year or the year after, I'm not setting any deadlines because I know I probably won't be able to meet them but it will one day be back on the road.

I'm keeping it blue but I haven't decided on which blue. I've gone back and forth between the original blue with white top or Arrival Blue. My plans are to one day have it ready so I can eventually pass it down to my son, or daughter if I don't have a son, of course I have to find a good girl to marry before either of those will come, still looking for that girl too unfortunately, maybe I should work on that first before the truck.

Well here are pictures of the truck from the time it was new until now for you to enjoy.