[BlacklandCamper]

I found mine at work one day. A local kid came in to my store, he had been there before, and was well known to me, during the conversation, he lamented that he needed more money to buy parts for the truck he was driving. In jest, I asked if he had anything he could sell. He responded, "I have an old truck I need to get rid of." I inquired as to why he needed to get rid of a good project, and he responded that it was on someone else's land, and they needed it gone, which posed a problem for him, as he had no place to move it, and no motivation to work on it, as it was, in his words, "Just an ugly old Chevy."

I asked, half serious, how much he would want for it, and was mildly shocked when he said that he would let it go for $500.

Trying not to appear as though my jaw had maintained it position, and was not currently a hazard to my navigating the area behind my counter, I wondered aloud how long it would take me to pony up the money, to which he interjected, "Oh, I have another two months to get it moved, so I can take payments."

Forcing myself to remain firmly footed, I asked just what kind of truck it was, thinking that it would most likely be a rat infested heap of early nineties fuel infected brilliance, to which he replied, "I think it's a '71, all I know is it's old."

I asked if there was any chance I could go look at it after I closed up shop for the evening, and let him know if I would buy it after making sure it was worth the effort, and he said that would be fine. So, fast forward some of the longest hours in recent memory, I made my way to the pasture where the truck resided. Needless to say, I was ill prepared for what was waiting for me. I had driven past the truck a few times, and had wondered if it would be a good base for a driver, but had always convinced myself that I would never have the money to acquire it. Yet here it was, a 1971 C20 Custom Camper, with a straight body, rust free frame, wood slat bed, and a complete drivetrain, with a better-than-imagined wiring harness.

After having a good look at everything, I agreed that it was in fact an old Chevy, and asked again how much he wanted. His reply almost floored me.
"My uncle gave it to me, and told me it was worth like 4 grand, but he's crazy, it's just a beat up old truck, I probably couldn't get more than $500 anywhere, so all I need for it is $500."

I told him that I had $50 on me, and could get him the rest inside of the two month time limit, at which point, I would take it home.

He agreed, and we shook on it, (a legally binding agreement in Texas). The next week after I got paid, I had him meet me at the store to collect payment, and wrote out a bill of sale that he signed, and received a copy of.

Six weeks later, I had a friend meet me, and we hooked it up to his Chevy, and towed it the 10 miles to my house.

Since then, I have talked to the uncle who gave the truck to the kid, and while he is NOT happy that he sold the truck, he is good with the fact that it has found a good home, and will be put back on the road.

So, now I find that I am not allowed to sell the truck, (as if I would!).

First pic is how it sat when I came to take it home.
Second is being towed by my friend.
Third is how it sits now.