Trucks We Love
By Adam Holter, Jefferson, Maryland
This ’69 Chevy C-10 spent four decades on the docks in Baltimore before I bought it in college. Originally a 292 with three on the tree, it had somewhere picked up a 350 and a long-throw floor shifter that hit the seat in first and banged your knuckles on the dash in second.
It had 40 minutes of Bondo work covering 40 years of Chesapeake Bay rust and got 10 miles per gallon on a good day. Even after I painted it, the Chevy was a glorious, loud, unapologetic mess—and I loved it. It was a blast to drive and actually ran good right up until the wiring caught fire and I had to sell it to buy a less charred vehicle.