Time to get caught up......

So next month will be the second anniversary of Ole yeller joining our family. Wow, two years has flown by already. In a way I feel like I haven't gotten enough accomplished in that amount of time, but I think once I itemize everything I've done to this point, I think that feeling will change. My plan with this post is to describe the truck in the condition "we" bought it in, and it's short comings. The next post will cover what I've done to get it to this point, and finally I'd like to paint a picture of the truck completed. That will be my goal.

So just as any 37 year old, Ole Yeller had a few aging items. Either they were aging issues or the past owner was stuck in the 80's. The worst thing about the truck when it was purchased was the interior. I would place my hand on a Bible and swear before anyone that the interior was stolen from the Miami Vice T.V. Show. The seat was the worst! It was covered in black pleather with yellow piping running over all the edges. In the center of the seat was a little storage compartment that contained a hidden start button. Why the owner couldn't have installed an alarm I have no clue, but that was his way of securing the truck. If the seat wasn't enough the door panels would have been the extra push to make you throw up. The panels were covered in black cloth " not a bad idea", but a large yellow lightening bolt was sown into both sides.


Even if you managed to break into the truck as soon as you started it the owner and everyone with in a square mile would have heard you. The trucks exhaust was ground shaking and ear deafening loud. The exhaust tips exited right below each door. The first trip Robyn and I took was to the lake. We were so excited to drive around in it that we took it out to saguaro lake before it was licensed and insured. Upon arriving we both had terrible headaches and weren't able to enjoy the movie we'd planned on watching in the back of the bed.

One of the main reasons you buy a truck with a bench seat is to get your woman as close as you can while you drive down the road. As ugly as this seat was, it did allow Robyn to slide over and sit next to me, but the shifter always got in her way. The shifter was located in the center of the floor right where her feet would go. On top of that it always for hung up between gears and didn't allow manual shifting.

Now I bought an old Chevy truck, and I wanted it to ride like an old chevy truck. The prior owner had installed air bags in the back that gave me more of a buick/cadillac type ride. I felt a bopple head bouncing down the road

The engine has always ran strong and never ran hot, but driving it up and down the freeway going to work in the morning the cooling fan would spin like crazy. So that was very loud. Not to beat a dead horse, but the tires were bald, taillamps didn't work. I had no power brakes and one of the wheels was bent.