My Truck when we started
My Truck when we got done
When I was 16 I wanted a truck to drive. But not just any truck, I wanted a old Chevy truck. Now I know for a girl that's not what you would expect, but I'm a little bit of a tom boy. So we went to junk yards trying to find a old Chevy. It took us a while to find what I had wanted. But I did find what I wanted a 1954 Chevy pickup. Now to restore it. I had wanted to restore My Truck with my Dad so that we could be build a closer relationship.
After we got My Truck all tore apart that was as far as we got. I started hearing his famous excuse "When do I have the time". I got so tired of hearing that excuse growing up & still to this day when he use's that excuse. So I asked my Grandpa if he would help me restore My Truck. A few years before I got My Truck he had restored a 1952 Chevy truck. My Grandpa is a very handy man & can do just about anything he puts his mind to.
So Grandpa said yep we can do that, you just have to bring it to my place. So I got Dad to load the pieces to My Truck up & take it across the holler to Grandpa's so we could work on it after school. Now I'm not like most people, I wanted to pay for my truck & all that went into repairing it. So I was spending the money that I had saved up from years of picking up walnuts, mowing yards & cleaning house's. I guess I'm kinda like Grandpa, I can do just about anything I set my mind to.
So every night after school I would go to my Grandpa's house & work on My Truck with him teaching me how. I mean I didn't know the first thing about how to restore a truck. But I was willing to learn. One of my uncle's had a sand blaster, so I asked if I could borrow it. So I got the sand blaster & suited up, I had a cousin that had used it & he said I would want to get completely covered up. He said he dug sand out of his ears for like a month after using the thing. So I wore my coverall’s & a coat on top of the cause it was winter time when I was doing the sand blasting. I felt like a Eskimo/stay puff marshmallow man. But I got all the paint off My Truck so we could putty the dents & start putting it back together.
We got My Truck put back together, got it painted on the day of my senior prom. I was able to drive My Truck to school the last week of my senior year. Grandpa & I built a great relationship that we still have to this day. Plus I got my Awesome truck out of the deal. hehheheee
When I was 16 I wanted a truck to drive. But not just any truck, I wanted a old Chevy truck. Now I know for a girl that's not what you would expect, but I'm a little bit of a tom boy. So we went to junk yards trying to find a old Chevy. It took us a while to find what I had wanted. But I did find what I wanted a 1954 Chevy pickup. Now to restore it. I had wanted to restore My Truck with my Dad so that we could be build a closer relationship.
After we got My Truck all tore apart that was as far as we got. I started hearing his famous excuse "When do I have the time". I got so tired of hearing that excuse growing up & still to this day when he use's that excuse. So I asked my Grandpa if he would help me restore My Truck. A few years before I got My Truck he had restored a 1952 Chevy truck. My Grandpa is a very handy man & can do just about anything he puts his mind to.
So Grandpa said yep we can do that, you just have to bring it to my place. So I got Dad to load the pieces to My Truck up & take it across the holler to Grandpa's so we could work on it after school. Now I'm not like most people, I wanted to pay for my truck & all that went into repairing it. So I was spending the money that I had saved up from years of picking up walnuts, mowing yards & cleaning house's. I guess I'm kinda like Grandpa, I can do just about anything I set my mind to.
So every night after school I would go to my Grandpa's house & work on My Truck with him teaching me how. I mean I didn't know the first thing about how to restore a truck. But I was willing to learn. One of my uncle's had a sand blaster, so I asked if I could borrow it. So I got the sand blaster & suited up, I had a cousin that had used it & he said I would want to get completely covered up. He said he dug sand out of his ears for like a month after using the thing. So I wore my coverall’s & a coat on top of the cause it was winter time when I was doing the sand blasting. I felt like a Eskimo/stay puff marshmallow man. But I got all the paint off My Truck so we could putty the dents & start putting it back together.
We got My Truck put back together, got it painted on the day of my senior prom. I was able to drive My Truck to school the last week of my senior year. Grandpa & I built a great relationship that we still have to this day. Plus I got my Awesome truck out of the deal. hehheheee
