The third day on the road our destination was Murdo, South Dakota. We have a friend there, Don Hullinger, who owns the Sioux Motel. Don and I met through this truck. I used to own it. I sold it on eBay. He bought it. He invited me to stay at his motel whenever we passed through. The first time Jim and I stayed there we became instant friends with Don and his wife and family. He's a rider. They all ride and collect cars, motorcycles & hotrods. That's the Rusty Spur Restaurant in the background. His brother built it but sold it to an ex-brother-in-law last year. Still great food. BTW, the Hullinger family owns most of Murdo. Good family. Lots of siblings. All of them are successful business people but down to earth as they come. About the truck... I bought it several years ago. A cantankerous old man, Carl Oswald, owned it. He'd had bought it new and then chopped this '48 ForDor Sedan into a pickup truck. I remembered it as a kid growing up and had to have it when it came up for sale. Carl hauled trash and worked his farm with it almost until the day he died. It was a REAL rat-rod that was ready to decorate and install a hotrod drive train in. Who wouldn't buy it? I added the era-correct sun visor, cab lights, west coast mirrors, curb feelers and most important the cast iron razorback welded to the hood. Don and his crew have since got it running, repaired the brakes, added new rims, tires and trim to the four corners and is in the process of re-wiring the old girl. He sees what I see in the old truck. It was good to have passed it on to him especially since he's taking it to a higher level. He has a Continental Kit in the bed waiting to be installed. She's beautiful, eh? These magnetic razorbacks were purchased in Arkansas during an epic adventure called "Out Of Words". They used to be red, white & black but the South Dakota sun has aged them perfectly to the truck. It is titled as a truck, BTW. We returned that evening from the Rusty Spur and spotted these two "non" rat-rods parked next to our room. They were two couples traveling the west together. All retired. All living the good life and having fun. The Ford was my favorite but,... ... but damn, that Chevy was really sweet. We retired that evening with Don and Bonnie, knocking out a half gallon of cheap vodka and way too many stories to remember. Can't remember laughing that hard in years. 'Twas a great day to be alive.