I have a thing for trucks.
Hottie Husband had this really cool lifted red truck in high school.
I joke with him that it was the truck I liked first.
But, recently I have a thing for old trucks.
There is one for sale just down the street from us and every time we drive by, the boys say-
Mom, there's your truck!
This summer we took a trip to Idaho and along the road to the bed and breakfast we were heading to, we saw this-
I wonder if his neighbor or wife or friend had the sign made for him.
I just had to stop and take a few photos.
I love all the parts of an old truck.
The mirrors, the grills, the headlights
gauges, steering wheels,
and windows have so much character.
I love that the keys are in the ignition.
The angel flying in front of this one reminded me of a ship.
It was bright and shiny compared to the rusted and chipped paint that I love.
I wanted to know the story behind it.
Gene saw me lurking in his yard and hollered to me asking if I needed a ride somewhere.
I answered that I just love old trucks and wanted to take some pictures if that was alright with him.
He said- Shoot, take some trucks if you want to.
I thought about taking that one with the keys in the ignition, but what in the world would I possibly do with a two seater?