Once upon a time. when pick-up trucks were made of steel. when their beauty was defined by their utility and simplicity. Chevrolet offered the quintessential interpretation of the basic truck in 1967. Gone were the weird lines and functionless curves and folds of the previous generation; replaced by a stylish cab that was by far the most attractive since the very early '50s. '67 was the last year of the small rear window. and when combined with a short wheelbase and step-side box. the '67. ONLY the '67. with no side marker lights. tiny mirror. quarter windows. and three-on-the-tree shifter. draws a straight line to the heritage of the late '40s and early '50s. if you skip over the abominations of the late '50s. So what we have here now is an extraordinary example of the basic truck. Six cylinder. straight drive. no options except for HD springs ($6) plus a heater and a painted rear bumper. I learned how to drive in this truck. as did my brother. We used it to haul firewood. construction debris. tin roofing and framing lumber. We threw busted bricks and cinder blocks in the bed as if we were making basketball shots. Way more history that can be described here. In 1975 Dad bought a new C-10. this one with a V8 and an automatic. and the '67 was relegated to secondary duty. eventually to spend the next thirty years. eing shuttled to various properties where there was a barn or garage to leave it for extended periods. Employees used it periodically. and it went on to outlive the '75. and the '81 that came after that. Still. it spent most of it's later years in storage until one day my Dad gave it to me and my brother as a family heirloom. By that time it was in a barn. home for mice. rotting bed full of rusting junk. It was about forty miles outside of town. and though it started right up (manual choke) only one brake worked. the water pump was wobbling. and the clutch slipping badly. I got about four miles before I had to leave it with a country mechanic. Now that it was running. I went and bought 5 new tires (2 of the originals were still on it). shocks. springs. front-end pieces. Then came the new bed. which required restoring the box. so might as well take the rest (mostly) down to the frame and do it too. inside and out. all new glass. all interior components. new core support. and then the details: lights. gauge package (NOS Chevy). correct AM radio. exhaust system from manifold to tail pipe. paint. nd body work. Not bondo. but pounding the metal over 100-year-old iron jigs with a wooden mallet. then the expensive PPG urethane. wet-sanded and polished to a mirror--like luster. Months. thousands of dollars. and then thousands more. It was beautiful. And then. back to the barn. That was seven years ago. Now the barn is being torn down. and there's no where left to go. no space. no relative to bequeath it to. I don't want to sell it. I really don't have to sell it. But it has become inconvenient. Too nice to be a driver. though it could be - not quite perfect enough to be under a tent at Amelia Island. A solid "9"+ any way you cut it. The 3. 73 rear end makes it a little wound up on the interstate. but around town it stays in third gear. even going up hills. It was bred as a farm truck. Maybe the right person is out there to give it a good home. This is a documented one-owner that has never left the state of Georgia. really not more than fifty miles from the original dealer. Day's Chevrolet in Acworth. Just under 34. 00 original miles. Feel free to send questions.