It all began with me, a young boy searching the internet for my first truck. All of my friends were starting to get the cars and I still hadn’t found the perfect one. My father told me that it was time for me to start looking at what I wanted to drive. I was looking and there it was I thought in my head. A 1967 Chevy truck. I bolted out of my room to show my father what I had found. He said that it looks like a nice well built truck and that we could go look at it. We made the drive to Tulsa and pulled the trailer in case we bought it. When we arrived it was sitting at a little house in a small driveway. As I stepped out the car my heart began to beat faster as I got closer and closer to it. We gave it a good looking over and I told my dad
