Here's one I wish I still had.
I drove the piss out of that thing in the 70's all over eastern US and Canada; way up around Cape Breton in Nova Scotia (where I blew the engine and had to get another one from a broken down sedan on the MicMac Indian res); down to the Smoky Mountains a couple times, lived out of it in Cleveland while doing some long distance courier work; about tore the front end off when I got t-boned at an intersection; etc.
I adored that vehicle.
The two shots below are the only ones I think I still have; I mean, it was almost fifty years ago now. They were taken on Cape Cod on an adventure I took with a girlfriend. You can see in one image I had curtains in the back. Had a bed set up in there, too, and the carpenter who lived next door helped me make two long plywood drawers that slid out from under the bed onto the tailgate, or all the way out.
I've been doing this vehicle-based shit a long time. Ha!
'69 Chevy Carryall. No one I know called 'em Suburbans then, though the official name was Chevrolet Carryall Suburban. Had a straight six, a 250 I think, though think we swapped it for a 230 in Cape Breton. Might've been the other way around. Standard transmission. The shift linkage would lock up every once in while going into second and I'd have to pull over, pop the hood, and flip it back into place. Of course, it would happen in intersections most of the time.
Wish I still had it. They're going for a hell of a lot more now than I paid for it.
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