“While I was dating my now wife, she took me to meet her grandparents in Tucson, Arizona. Pulling into the driveway I noticed this ’68 C20 longbed … faded white paint with a work camper shell and aftermarket A/C unit cut through the roof. I loved it immediately and took some time to walk around it, noticing two flat tires, a couple of minor dents, but a complete and true rust-free Arizona truck! I could hardly wait to ask her grandfather about it, so quickly, after introductions, I inquired about the history of the truck. He had bought the truck new and had used it for handyman service since retiring from the military. Toward the end of the conversation, I stated I would like to purchase the truck if he would consider selling it at some point, to which he replied, ‘I love that truck, I drive it every week!’ I told him I understood, while knowing it hadn’t moved in sometime with the flat tires, along with other evidence of a vehicle not being driven. I never discussed it with him again.

“Years go by, my now wife and I move to North Carolina, get married, and are living life. Her grandfather [dies] and we receive a call from my mother-in-law. She stated that my wife’s grandfather told her that if anything happened to him to offer the truck to my wife and myself. Blown away by the fact this offer came from one conversation, we were delighted to say yes. My brother-in-law, Edmund, stepped in, unloading everything out of the bed, pulling the camper shell off, airing up the tires, getting it running and loaded on a transport truck to North Carolina.