When I was 14, my father gave me a 50 GMC with a cracked block. I built an engine, and then bigger engines. Then I bought a 56 Ford and kept doing things to make it go faster. I kept my urge to buy junk and rebuild it alive for 45 years with semis. 2 Years I scaled back from 14 trucks to only 6. I am now in my second childhood and tinkering with 4 1956 Fords and a half a dozen GMC's from the 50's...pickups to big trucks.
OH Hell yah "the hill country". I'm jealous. Welcome from the the slab of concrete in the middle of the country of Texas. it's good here.
Welcome Ken! When you have time,please tell the flipped over tanker and hippie story on the main forum.And don't leave out the drunken doctor
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