Truck didn't have a price on it and it was conveniently parked next to a tree with a big bees nest in it so we didn't get too close.
That takes me back. The "Fire Truck" as we used to call it was Dad's primary junk hauler. I still remember the smell of that cab and sipping Welches g**** juice, and playing with the old broken spot light handle while Dad winched some broken down old tractor or something onto the flatbed he put on that truck.
I thought the truck would make a great doodlebug hauler but I traded my worthington towards my new roadster so it wasn't worth challenging the bees.
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