My old truck was a little newer, 62. That old beat up truck took me all over AZ. It was the vehicle that took me on my first trip up to Durango. Somewhere there is a photo of a pair of trucks like this under the bridge at Cumbres on the old highway. Every time that I see that shot it reminds me of my truck. I liked my dads better as it was a 1960 with a depression in the center of the hood and four headlights. It was called an Apache 10 and built for ADOT. Probably couldn't get away with a name like that these days. I remeber it having the max speed limit painted on the glove box door.