We were off to a good start, and chatted about the truck. The first person I asked said he was indeed the owner. There was a garage sale going on, and I stopped to see if anyone knew the owner of my next vehicle. That is called opportunity! Or as it was called by its maker: a 1956 International R120 4×4 short bed pickup. Just imagine driving along (very slowly) in a vehicle you loathe, and coming across a vehicle you love sitting forlornly on the street. And as if by magic, the next love of my life appeared. If you read my previous post, and by now you surely know my tendencies for car-swapping, then you would know that a certain cupboard shaped brown van was overdue for a new owner. ( My none too happy first son on my favorite truck )
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