Step One - Moving it to my house

Okay, the first thing I needed to do was to move the truck to my house. My mother had been threatening to haul it to the junk yard for years (Remember, my dad had a longer relationship with the truck than he had had with my mother. So there was some residual resentment between her and the truck :) ).

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It had accumulated 20 years worth of junk in my mother's basement... the junk was placed on top of and around the truck. It was literally under a mountain of boxes, discarded carpet and any other thing that might be found in a typical or not so typical basement. I am sorry that I didn't have the foresight to take pictures, but I didn't consider doing a blog until later. So, use your imagination. To give you an idea, it took me an hour to unearth it.

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Under a heavy coat of dust and mold, it appeared to be the same old loving machine. All four tires were flat with apparent dry-rot. A press of the brake and clutch sent the pedals directly to the floor... from which they didn't return. I did have the foresight to remove the battery 20 years ago, knowing that the acid would inevitably leak out to do damage. Score one for the novice!

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I had considered renting a car-hauling trailer, but finally decided that it would be worth the incremental cost to have a professional tow it. Boy, was I ever right! I called 'Marietta Wrecker Service' and Cameron took care of me. A true professional, he was able to winch the truck out of a 90-degree position and onto his $80,000 tow truck. He had to do the same in reverse when he reached my house. It was a Herculean feat considering all four tires were flat, but through his perserverance and expertise, we got the truck comfortably into its new resting spot. I hope Cameron never finds out that all four tires actually would hold air for a few hours at a time. We both assumed wrong and it would have saved Cameron a lot of time. Makes me think that the truck has a little spirit to it! As I have been told before, ...'perhaps it has a bit of the devil in it!' If it does, its okay with me. We'll be kindred spirits.

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Anyway, as I followed Cameron from West Cobb to East Cobb, I thought that it would be a good idea to keep a log of the experience. So I got my daughter (Marina) to take a picture of Cameron and myself after he got the truck in the garage. Thanks Cameron!!