In 1974 I got my hands on my father's pickup truck... 68 Chevy stepside w/ 3 on tree. Oh the joy of driving that truck! I never used that little Chevy to see the U.S.A., but I used it for everything from general driving to heavy work. Pulled tractors with that thing! Learned how to work on the straight six motor, do the points, etc., replace clutch and such. Used to race folks coming out of the city dump after we'd get rid of a load of junk. That little truck beat a lot of much bigger trucks. Wish I could have gotten it permanent, but my father had the title. Came home one day to see the truck gone, my father had sold it to one of the employees. A few weeks later that employee got into an argument with his wife. He'd gotten drunk or something and showed out. She waited till he was asleep, went outside to the truck and dipped a rag in the gas tank. Then she set it on fire. There ought to be a law against such desecration!