I don't need to go far to spot some rust.
This old Ford tow truck was retired here by previous owners.
I'm fond of it. I wrote story for my blog a long time ago now, where the old truck was looking back on its life, a little Pinto had a crush on him, the Crown Victorias the cops drove, a Mustang girl who was out of his league, and so on.
Over the years, people have been in this engine looking for parts. Once a bird nested in the front seat, and mice and ground squirrels have also called it home.
I plan to call some place to come and pick up all the scrap metal I have around here. So the old truck has to go. I will miss it, for sure.
