So for the last 8 years I have found myself in a weird funk after doing power tour in the 56 Dodge. I struggled to find the passion or drive, it came in and out in spurts but still never was quite right. I had the truck for so long, it was a corner stone in my life, always good and always up for hauling another load of whatever I needed. It served a purpose some times but I realized I didn't enjoy driving it anymore. Realizing I had done everything I wanted to do with the truck, every goal or place to go, was nailed 100%. It would sit for a month on end without moving, it used to be driven every few days without fail. Realizing that putting one in the corner and letting it rot was not in my DNA. Struggling with this for years, I finally made a decision a few months ago that its time to pass her on to the next care taker. The last few weeks I debated things on a whole new level of "what to do next". Where to go and what build would be in my garage next. All these things to think of, trying to find the passion again for that side of the garage. I really want to build a 3 window soon, but I have to get the $ tree to grow to play in that pool, so that will hopefully come in time. I keep watering it but still no beanstalk... So I had the truck for sale locally. A guy a few hundred miles from me reached out on trade possibility. 66 c10 already lowered, 283/350 combo. Made me think huh, I wanted one of these trucks in my teens, never got to own one, and always have had other vehicles come up first on my list, so I thought maybe its time. Both parties got a good deal I feel. So now I own a Chevy truck. Its kinda weird I am 15 hrs into this trade, I was so used to seeing the 56 in the garage, but don't mind seeing this in here. My thoughts are I will tweak it a bit, fix a few things that bother me and drive her, if we mesh, Ill have some fun with her, if not I can sell her without too much ill feelings. But cheers to new beginnings, and seeing where the road takes us. I really wasn't expecting to hit a vehicle that was on the list a bit of a ways down, but things happen for a reason as they say. I will always love the 56 and the times we shared, but realizing that I wasn't doing her any good sitting around and not being out on the road clicking off miles. When enjoyment gets cut down on something, its better to move it along than live in stagnant waters.
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