First love, an age old American teenager’s story.

He’s 14 and a half years old, and he has found his first love. No, it’s not a girl. Or a guy. It’s a 1970 Chevy C10 3/4 ton pickup truck. When his dad bought it for him, it looked like it was looking for a place to to slowly spend the next thousand years transforming itself into a clump of rust.

But that is not what he saw. What he saw, was a thing of amazing beauty begging and pleading with him to take it home and romance it with wrenches and sockets, nuts and bolts, with oil and water, transmission fluid and paint. Come it beckoned, look under my hood, rev my engine, put air in my tires.

If you take care of me, it promised, I will take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go there. I will bear enormous burdens for you, I will rumble the air and shake the ground at your command. I will make you the envy of all your peers. I will serve you as faithfully as you maintain me.

It will be a year and a half before he can get his driver’s license, but for today, he doesn’t care. He has his very own Chevy C10 truck. His dad has shown him what to do to rebuild the engine, but made him do the majority of the work himself. When he got it, it needed a hood and both front fenders. He put them on himself. It also needed new seats, again, he put them in himself. 4 new shocks, yup, put them on himself.

His dad gave him the truck bed toolbox, but, he put it on. Its his truck and he does the work on it. OK, dad does help a little bit, with the really heavy or complicated stuff. But its more like a safety spotter standing beside him to make sure he doesn’t get hurt than anything else.

His is a genuine traditional old fashion America love story, a teenage boys first car, or in this case, truck. Today it is three different color’s, but he has already started sanding it and preparing it to be painted. The glove box originally made out of compressed paper, had long ago disintegrated, so he made a new one out of fiberglass and resin. Its a 1970, so it only had lap seat belts, that would never do, so he got himself a set of full shoulder belts.

By the time he finally has his drivers license he will most likely have completely restored his beloved C10. Thursday nights have become his favorite time. Here where we live, we have a classic vehicle cruse night on Thursday nights. Main street is about 5 miles long, it has 5 whole stoplights. Right now, he is content to have his dad drive his truck on main street on cruse night.

Yea, that wont last for much longer, he may have to wait another year and a half to get his drivers license, but he can get his learners permit in a year, and then he will be able to drive his truck on cruse night. Oh yea, he is sooo looking forward to that.


4 thoughts on “First love, an age old American teenager’s story.

  1. Very nice. Wish I’d paid attention to my dad teaching what he knew about cars. It’s too bad, in some ways, that today’s cars & trucks are so complicated.

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