Lifelong Chevy guy here...I know, save the boo's, I've repented. I drove by her (64 F100 Custom Cab Styleside shortbed) a dozen times while she was parked on a street near my house. She was and still is a little rough. After I saw the for sale sign had gone into the window, I stopped by.

The guy who owned it said that it had a "noisy lifter" but ran fine. The noisy lifter turned out to be a bone jarring rod knock. And it had been near serially overheated from the look of things under the hood, dried rusty water/coolant spray pattern sediment covering everything. After some wheeling and dealing, I drove her home...

Funny, my wife saw it for sale before I did. A few days later when I called my wife from the guys house to ask her for permission to buy..umm..., I mean when I laid down the law and told her that I was buying it and that was final..., she said..."I knew you'd see that old thing and fall in love."

You can't stop true love you know...

How'd you come to own yours?