New Member from Reno, NV
Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 1:03 pm
Hello Everybody!
I'm Robert Smith and I finally settled down in Reno after a growing up as an Army brat and then serving 20 years of my own....moving all over the world every 2-3 years. I currently don't own one of these fine little machines, but I grew up with a 1969 (I could be mistaken and it could have been a 1970) 360 Pickup. My dad purchased it in the very early 70's (it was almost brand new) and it was a staple in mine and all of my siblings' lives throughout our childhood. I learned how to drive a stickshift in that truck. I was the youngest of 6, and when I joined the Army and moved out, my dad got rid of the truck (because all 6 of us wanted it desperately and he didn't want to go down that road). I am now hell-bent on finding another one and restoring it. There was something magical about that little pickup that absolutely nothing else can replicate. I can still distinctly recall the smell of the cab, the engine compartment and the good ole 20stroke exhaust (in my dad's truck it came out of smokestacks that my dad installed with inline glasspacks - he was a truck driver for much of his life and this was his little fun version of a semi - he decked it out accordingly).
Here is a pic of my favorite little truck of all time:
I'm Robert Smith and I finally settled down in Reno after a growing up as an Army brat and then serving 20 years of my own....moving all over the world every 2-3 years. I currently don't own one of these fine little machines, but I grew up with a 1969 (I could be mistaken and it could have been a 1970) 360 Pickup. My dad purchased it in the very early 70's (it was almost brand new) and it was a staple in mine and all of my siblings' lives throughout our childhood. I learned how to drive a stickshift in that truck. I was the youngest of 6, and when I joined the Army and moved out, my dad got rid of the truck (because all 6 of us wanted it desperately and he didn't want to go down that road). I am now hell-bent on finding another one and restoring it. There was something magical about that little pickup that absolutely nothing else can replicate. I can still distinctly recall the smell of the cab, the engine compartment and the good ole 20stroke exhaust (in my dad's truck it came out of smokestacks that my dad installed with inline glasspacks - he was a truck driver for much of his life and this was his little fun version of a semi - he decked it out accordingly).
Here is a pic of my favorite little truck of all time:
