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'67 GMC on the way to showtruck status.....
I wish it were mine. Had I known about it, it probably would have been because of the price. One of my wife's friends, her husband, bought it. To say he stole it wouldn't even put it lightly.
Quite an adventure in recovery though.
He called me at noon on Friday to help him go get this "New Purchase". I get the high level kinda what it is, kinda what it looks like and nothing about where its actually located.......so I'm game.
I pick him up at 6 oclock and head out, I tell the wife I'll be home by 10. Even after he tells me where its at, I have no idea as I've never even heard of Dayton, TX. Yeah cause its a long ways from my neck of the woods.
Anyway we get near there and can't find it. Call the dude, he's on his way. 45 minutes later he shows up. Its now 9 pm. On the way up the driveway my buddy asks if I'm packing just in case......WTF? If he'd told me the scoop I would have been, but **** I thought we were running up the road and doing a simple deal and hauling it home. I was already leary of the area, and the details. I'm basically thinking, we'll probably die for the cash that we've got on us under the guise of buying said truck. Turns out we are at this trailer home in the middle of the woods in deep East Texas that has a makeshift kinda bodyshop next to it. There is a fleet of custom yet not finished cars, and trucks litering the place with a 80+ foot tall bonfire going behind the trailer house. I start thinking meth and tweakers.......I was soooooo right.
There was a tweaker on a uniloader pushing brush into this bonfire, how he wasn't getting 3rd degree burns I have no idea. We move a handful of cars to get to this '67, then add gas, then add air, its ready to load. Oh I left out the part where all these methheads file out of the trailer to checkout who's buying the '67. Tats, flatbills, and twitching to high heaven. Did I mention I was working at the speed of a rabbit humping to get loaded, strapped, and the fawk out of this place?
I'm about done, and am down on my knees ratcheting the d-side front strap down when I hear the 1st one. 1st one what, you may ask? Fawking gun shots! Thats right plural.....there were many more, even a couple full auto bursts. These fawking methheads had busted out the hardware and were shooting at the fire!
I jumped up, told Ryan "We are out", get the **** in the truck and I put the hammer down.
Turns out we left two nitrogen bottles, the front inner fenderwells, and the headlight buckets. Fawk that ****, I was fawking going to live!
Got home at 1:30 in the morning.
Whats that saying? "A friend in need, is a pain indeed?
I wish it were mine. Had I known about it, it probably would have been because of the price. One of my wife's friends, her husband, bought it. To say he stole it wouldn't even put it lightly.
Quite an adventure in recovery though.
He called me at noon on Friday to help him go get this "New Purchase". I get the high level kinda what it is, kinda what it looks like and nothing about where its actually located.......so I'm game.
I pick him up at 6 oclock and head out, I tell the wife I'll be home by 10. Even after he tells me where its at, I have no idea as I've never even heard of Dayton, TX. Yeah cause its a long ways from my neck of the woods.
Anyway we get near there and can't find it. Call the dude, he's on his way. 45 minutes later he shows up. Its now 9 pm. On the way up the driveway my buddy asks if I'm packing just in case......WTF? If he'd told me the scoop I would have been, but **** I thought we were running up the road and doing a simple deal and hauling it home. I was already leary of the area, and the details. I'm basically thinking, we'll probably die for the cash that we've got on us under the guise of buying said truck. Turns out we are at this trailer home in the middle of the woods in deep East Texas that has a makeshift kinda bodyshop next to it. There is a fleet of custom yet not finished cars, and trucks litering the place with a 80+ foot tall bonfire going behind the trailer house. I start thinking meth and tweakers.......I was soooooo right.
There was a tweaker on a uniloader pushing brush into this bonfire, how he wasn't getting 3rd degree burns I have no idea. We move a handful of cars to get to this '67, then add gas, then add air, its ready to load. Oh I left out the part where all these methheads file out of the trailer to checkout who's buying the '67. Tats, flatbills, and twitching to high heaven. Did I mention I was working at the speed of a rabbit humping to get loaded, strapped, and the fawk out of this place?
I'm about done, and am down on my knees ratcheting the d-side front strap down when I hear the 1st one. 1st one what, you may ask? Fawking gun shots! Thats right plural.....there were many more, even a couple full auto bursts. These fawking methheads had busted out the hardware and were shooting at the fire!
I jumped up, told Ryan "We are out", get the **** in the truck and I put the hammer down.
Turns out we left two nitrogen bottles, the front inner fenderwells, and the headlight buckets. Fawk that ****, I was fawking going to live!
Got home at 1:30 in the morning.
Whats that saying? "A friend in need, is a pain indeed?
WOW man, that is crazy! 
