Man, I love old trucks. I don't want to own one, I just like to see them.
I remember my Grandpa's turquoise '55 Chevy pickup. That was a utilitarian vehicle. I remember him opening the hood, and the whole engine was there, easy to work on, no extras, no fluff. Not that I was or am mechanically inclined.
This truck is one I sketched long ago. I don't remember if it belonged to someone I knew, or if I just found it in a pasture.
Yep, there was a time when you just came across these beauties just sitting out on the back 40, usually full of chickens or pigeons.
I think, looking at the sketchbook that it came from, that this was in Southwest Oklahoma, down around Mangum.
The question will inevitably come up if it was Johnny's.
I just don't know.
Micheal W. Jones
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