I was thumbing through the wand ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified
advertisement caught my eye.
It said take immediate delivery on this 57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck wheel seller
swap for a height of bed and 35 bucks, call 140-RING-2 and ask for Bob.
Well I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, hello this is Bob speaking, I says,
is this here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?
He says, yeah, I says, where are you?
He says, 14 East on County 12, turn right on the one lane gravel road, you can park
in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times and bring your
billfold.
Well, I tooled on East on County 12, turned right on the one lane gravel road and I parked
in the yard and a German Shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg.
Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened
and Bob come out and says, what do you want?
Says, come see your truck.
He says, follow me.
Come on Frank.
The dog's name is Frank.
Well, we all went past the chicken house, threw the hog pen down in the tractor shed
and then wound up in the back of the barn field of cow pies.
And sitting right there in the pool of grease was a half ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960
license plate, a bumper sticker that says vote for Dick and a gorilla box full of rusty
parts and Bob says, what do you think?
Well I kicked the tire and then got in the seat and sat on the petrified apple core and
found a bunch of field mice living in the glove compartment.
He says their shaft is bent and the rear end leaks, you can fix it quick with an oiler
and a rag.
Using a nail and starter, I lost the key.
Don't pay any mind to that whirring sound, she used a little oil but outside of that
she's cherry.
I says, what'll it take?
Says, what do you got?
Says, $28.15.
Says, you got a deal signed here, I'll go get the title and a can full of gas.
I put a nail in the slot and fired her up, she coughed and belched up a bunch of smoke
and I backed right through the hog pen into the yard.
Well Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar.
He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat.
I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off and then Bob
come out and called him off and says, you better get on out of here.
I went left on the one lane gravel road, went 14 west and counted 12, took two full quarts
of 408 oil just to get her to the Conoco station.
I pulled up to the regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out and says, I'd seen
better stuff at Junkyard, where'd you ever get that truck?
I says, that's a long story, Harold.
I was thumbing through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified
advertisement caught my eye.
It said take immediate delivery on this 57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck, go sell or
swap for a high at a bid of 35 bucks, call 1-400-RING-2 and ask for Bob.