I joined here back in Oct of 2010 and haven't posted but twice. It was back then in October that I went on a search for my lost 65 that I sold in 86/87. I was 21 or 22 when I sold it, and never really realized the mistake until about 2-3 years ago. I have quite a story to tell from how I acquired it. What I did with it while I owned it, and why I sold it (Lost It) . The big news is: I found it after 25 years! . I'm so glad to have her back! . Here she is back in 85: . Here is a pic the previous owner took of it back in 2004: . . Pic taken when I went to see her for the first time in 25 years - 2/2012 . And a more recent pic - July 2014 . Last 2014 pic for the year.
Looks Nice ! By the first picture I see you live in Los Angeles....... . Other than the paint , did they change it much ? .
Yes, I live in L.A. but the pic was taken in the Mojave Desert. The Nice wheels are by the previous owner. And someone before him got rid of the Blue Buddy Buckets.
And so you have and it is sincerely appreciated. So glad you got your old truck back, what a cool story. Are you tempted to scuff up the powder blue and shoot some red oxide on it, so it looks like it did back during its first tour of duty with ya? I am a big fan of red oxide, it's old school cool and it sure does hide a lot of those little blemishes and rust spots. And those fleetside tailights sunk into those stepside fenders, pure genius. Thanks again for posting. Your story is truly inspirational. And a big thanks to Markeb01 for his help in the 411
I won't be going back to red primer oxide. I agree it's oh so cool, but I'm going to restore it to something similar to how it looked when I first acquired it in the summer of 82. That was always the goal when I built it back up as a shortbed stepside. The truck was originally blue. I have a pic I'll post later that is what I want it to look like it.
This has been my desktop wallpaper for almost 2 years. It's exactly, perfectly what I want for colors. It's very similar to the color my 65 was when I first got it in 82/83. Except the wheels my 65 has now, and the stance my 65 has now, will remain the same. My cab from my original 65:
Whoa ! You had it looking like this and sold it ? no wonder you missed it so much Glad to hear this story has a happy ending . I love The Desert , watch out for those dang tweakers though .
Nate... that's just a photo of buddy buckets in a '67-'72 truck that he posted to show what buddy buckets "look like". Sure is a sanitary interior, I question the safety of the steering modification though. Do tell, do tell! Nobody likes a truckin' tease!
' Buddy Bucket ' Seats These look nice but for work rigs , a bench is always best . Do these always come with the center console thing ? . Is there a backrest in the center so it can be used as a seat ? . This last picture is really good ' Truck Porn ' .
Normally I avoid linking to this other site but LostMy65's story is just soo cool it's worth making an exception for. Post #54 is where things start to get sureal. http://67-72chevytrucks.com/vboard/showthread.php?t=426650
I've had so many people comment on how amazing it was for me to have tracked my truck down, and then to get it back. Since, I've got it back and been crawling around underneath it, all kinds of memories are coming back. I plan on telling the whole story about me and my truck, - why and how I got it in the first place, and why I tore it down and built it back up, and then sold it. I think there's lots of interesting experiences surrounding the truck, and I plan to share them for those that might find it entertaining. Tonight I'll post how and why I originally got the truck. For me it is part of the trucks value and makes me think of my dad and the old school way my parents raised me. Yes, my truck reminds me of my upbringing.
While I'm trying to get my 66 together so I can get started on my 65, I figured I'd post how I originally acquired this truck. I think my story may be interesting to some. More and more memories are now coming back to me since I got my 65 back. I'm going to go back a ways in time because I think it has a huge bearing on how I appreciate getting my 65 back all the more. I was born in 1965. I was raised in a little farming town - Woodland, Ca. Back in the early 70's the town had a population of around 40,000. If you want to get a feel of what my town, and countryside of Yolo county was like, watch the movie American Graffiti - which was filmed in Modesto - not too far from Woodland. We lived out in the country on 5 acres with 2-3 out buildings. We had Chickens, Pigs, Horses, geese, ducks, dogs, cats, and a Milk Cow. My responsibilities were outside, my sister's were in. In the spring I had to plow and disc the field so to plant oat hay. I had to feed all the animals, and milk the cow, and clean the pens. All of this and I'm only around 11 or 12. I'm sure I was like any other kid and put off my chores and probably had to be gotten after to do them right. Anyway... all this does have a lot to do with my getting my 65 later. One day, riding the bus home from school, around 5th or 6th grade, a friend was telling me he couldn't wait until the weekend when he got his allowance and planned on buying something that coming Saturday with it. I asked him what was an allowance. He said his parents gave him $5 dollars a week for his allowance. I still didn't quite understand what an 'allowance' was, so I asked him what he did to earn the $5. He said nothing, it was his allowance. I never got paid for doing my chores, but if I wanted a little money for the fair or some other event, my parents would usually give me a few bucks. And if I wanted to buy something like a model airplane or model truck, my dad would give me an extra job; like stacking fence posts, or some other job outside of my regular chores. Funny, I never felt lacking that I wasn't getting an 'allowance' like my friend. This all leads up to my dad buying me this 65 truck. Early in eighth grade, my parents got a divorce. My parents never fought around others. My sister and I never saw them fight, and our whole family said the divorce came as a shock. I went with my mom. My sister with dad. I would spend summers with dad. Eventually, my dad moved to Oregon. I think early 80's. The summer after 11th grade, I went again to stay with my dad. He had a landscape businesses and every morning I was expected to get up and go to work with him. I didn't even think I was supposed to get paid. I just figured that was one's share of being part of the household. My not getting an allowance when I was younger is why I didn't expect to get paid later when I went to work with dad doing landscaping. I just saw it as what was expected of me for having a roof over my head. So I worked all summer with my dad. As it was getting closer to school starting, my dad asked me if I was going to go back down to California, or stay with him for my senior year. I told him I wanted to go back to Calif. He then asked me to sit down. He had a folder that he opened and said he had been figuring some numbers. He said he took the hours I worked times what he figured I was worth, and then subtracted 'Room & Board' and said he figured I had $1200 coming. I was thinking; Wow! But he said he wasn't going to give me the money, but rather, we would go look for a truck for me. Pretty neat! For some reason, I wanted a 67-72 chevy, and he wanted me to get a f*rd somewhere between 54 –1960. I wanted a chevy. After looking at many, many pickups 67-72 chevys, I was starting to wonder if we'd find something before I had to go back to Ca. Then one evening dad saw something in the 'Nickle-Ads' We called the guy and went to see it that same eve. I loved it at first sight. It was a 65 Blue Fleetside with a white strip going down the side where the trim would normally go. He wanted $1100, and we didn't offer him less. I feel really privileged that my parents didn't give me anything for nothing. I know in generations past, children were expected to share the household load. But I think most parents from the 60's on wanted their children to have the 'good things' that they, when they were kids, didn't have. Today, we have friends that can't even get their kids to mow the lawn unless they pay them. They aren't doing their kids any good.
The truth !! Thank you for sharing this . I too grew up on a farm (Milking Shorthorns) , long before I was 11 I was pulling t*ts & shoveling sh*t @ 0-Dark:30 7 days the week and I never saw any allowance , I got fed and clothed and a place to sleep , it wasn't dry nor warm in Winter . My son was born in 1979 and his Mom bugged out when he was 12 , although I'd always given him an allowance , he did have chores to do to earn it and after he was 6 , I began taking him on every job I could . The result ? . I raised a boy in The Ghetto across the street from a crack house and he was an AP Student all they way through School who never had below a 400 GPA and doesn't do drugs , smoke nor have any bastards nor tattoos . He's now married and is buying his own house , we get along like brothers , he doesn't like his Mother very much.... You did fine . -Nate
Thanks for sharing. You have plenty to be proud of. A friend of mine and I were talking the other day, and she said her parents used her allowance to teach how to manage money. Her single mother would give her and her sister $500 a year and then told them they had to take care of all their own school and clothing needs. This was also the early 70's. This friend of mine said it taught her how to manage her money wisely. Interestingly enough, I do have trouble managing my money. My wife gives me an allowance.
Looks like I let this thread slip by the wayside. I thought I'd mention here what I posted in another thread; I won't ever be really doing what we call a 'Build Thread', but I'm pretty settled now on a direction/theme. I see others build these classy beauties and I think of how I'd be afraid of every possible ding and chip. Also, with this truck there is so many layers of memories and experiences in the paint, the body, and even the chassis. Things that I want to keep. So, stripping down to metal and smoothing out every ding and ripple just doesn't seem right. The faint dents on the roof are from a canoe during a fishing trip with my friends Rick and Scott. The dent on the dash on the passenger side is from my friend Todd's chin when we got in an accident. The underlying layers of paint are layers of time. Under the blue; the bed is Red Oxide and then White. The Cab is Red Oxide and then dark blue with a white stripe down the passenger side. I like the idea of sanding down in kind of a faux-weathered look to expose portions of these layers. This allows me to see these layers of time and memories, but also allows me to not have to be worried about future dings and dents.
