It means one of three things when Kevin texts me and tells me that I’ve “gotta see this”. Plenty of times, it’s a sneak preview of a video that will be hitting his channel that I might be interested in. Sometimes, it’s something random and funny. But when he mentioned this truck, and this barn, there was a different tinge to the message: he wanted me to not only gauge the truck being dragged out of this shop, but to check out the whole package of vehicles that are begging for a second chance at life. The dude is psyched at the prospect of waking up a Chevrolet Lumina Z34…nevermind the trucks, the fleet of 1970s Monte Carlos, or the pure McTag bait that is the red Chrysler Fifth Avenue that is a pressure wash away from showroom condition. It’s kind of like “Storage Wars” with this one, and this time, when the door goes up, there is some treasure front and center.
What he’s found, in a nutshell, is the year 1988 in a barn. There’s a 1980s Caprice, there’s a couple of sixth-gen Buick LeSabres (the front-drive types with the flip-forward hood), some farm equipment that I know little about other than it looks like they’ve been kept well, and for today’s video, this early 1970s Chevrolet truck that has been treated to every single CB-era squarebody add-on that I could possibly think of. Name your poison, it’s here. Clearance lamps for days? “Rookie rods” on the front bumpers? Naked lady metal cutouts in the back window of the bed cap? Oh, you’d better believe every last bit of flair is attached. And that’s not even the half of it. I’ve never seen a Squarebody pickup truck with wheelwell skirts before, and some mid-1990s Cadillac Fleetwood is missing its hubcaps. It’s an interesting rig, for sure, but it’s also clean for the year, exceptionally clean for an Iowa truck (have you seen what Kevin normally rescues?!) and there’s a chance that it will drive itself right on home.
I’m waiting for him to wake that Fifth Avenue up and get it back on the road next. Talk all the Mopar smack you want, but I really want him to experience the beauty of those button-tufted pillow-top seats while running down the highway. And maybe a Monte Carlo next?