Dear Count (aka Count’s Kustoms),
Hey there! Taylor here from Pink Heels Pink Truck. So my hubby and I are fans of your show. We’re both classic car lovers and are currently in restoration mode of a 1969 Camaro (his) and a 1954 GMC 100 Longbed Truck (mine). My truck was a gift from my hubby for my 30th birthday a few years ago. His camaro was purchased as a frame-off restoration purchased about 5 years ago. My truck has been best supporting actress to his Camaro ever since we brought her home.
Well, I take that back. When we first brought her home, we immediately dismantled her. Purchased a frame swap kit from EZ Chassis Swaps and bought a donor truck (Chevy S10) to rob the needed parts from. We got as far as installing the frame swap kit, getting my body pieces to a media blasting shop and then body work done. But all that happened nearly 3 years ago. And my truck has sat in pieces since.
I think it’s because of the color I want to paint my truck. As you can see…my blog is called Pink Heels Pink Truck. I am a lover of all things Pink. And ever since I received that truck for my birthday, I have wanted to paint her pink. I cannot tell you how many times my hubby has tried (desperately) for me to change my mind and pick another color. But I’m not having it. My truck will be Pink. Not pepto pink though. I created my brand around that truck being Pink and somehow, some way, she’s going to be Pink.
Here’s my Video Letter…
It’s been hell on heels a few times with this truck. I remember when I first started searching for how to modernize her a bit (ie make it easier for me to drive because honestly a 3-on-the-tree and no power steering was just not going to fly) I found a GM Truck Restoration forum. I read and read and read through the forums searching for someone doing something similar. I learned about 2 different frame swap companies but only one was actively in business at the time. I remember being extremely careful with how I worded my request for help and advice but it still landed me on the chopping block with some fellow Texan. This man ripped me up, down, backwards, forwards about how I was going to ruin my truck and that the forums were for restoration people only. Boy howdy…that wasn’t a fun thing to read. Especially as I tried real hard to word my request so as not to offend anyone.
But then a couple of men jumped to my rescue and told me to never let anyone tell me what I can and can’t do with my truck. So I gave that man a virtual finger and moved on.
So, let’s get on with why I’m reaching out to you via my blog. I’m tired of being stuck in a rut with lots of things consistently going wrong in my world. My hubby and I have worked our way out of several holes to where we are now. We’ve received zero handouts in getting here. We’ve learned from our mistakes and try really hard to never make the same mistake twice. We have a business that will be debt free by the end of this year.
But it’s like I personally can’t catch a break. When I was 24 (I’m about to be 33), I lost my mom to non-smoker’s lung cancer (she was 53). When I was 26, I lost my dad’s father. When I was 28, I lost my mom’s parents 14 days a part (married nearly 71 years…he went first and she couldn’t live without him). When I was 30, I lost my brother (who was 26) to an accidental overdose of Xanax. Last year, we had a tornado hit our neighborhood. In January of this year, a lady ran into our perimeter fence of our car lot and just left her car there. We had to call the police the next morning when we opened up because this wrecked car (still partially attached to our fence) was blocking our entrance. She didn’t think she should have to pay for her damages because she didn’t do it on purpose, someone else pushed her into our fence. Turns out, she was an excluded driver on the insurance policy so we were SOL on recovering the damages.
Two weeks later, I get a phone call at 1am from my security company telling me that my alarm was going off and oh by the way, the police said you have a fire at your shop. I hung up with them only to be immediately called by the police to tell me that yes, there is a fire. The fire marshall concluded that the neighbor kids who were in the backyard when the fireman showed up were the culprits. Their father had no insurance. My hubby’s car was inside our shop at the time of the fire with very little insurance on it because it was still not a “running and driving automobile”. We nearly lost everything. Our business, our cars, our inventory. Everything.
Last week, my hubby and I were in my Honda Accord coupe heading to Gander Mtn. and traffic decided to suddenly stop. The lady in the Suburban behind us missed the memo and rear-ended us. Whiplash is no joke. Thankfully she did have insurance.
Yes, I have my health. Yes, I have a roof over my head. Yes, I have an amazing job. Yes, I have a healthy husband. Yes, I have my dad and grandmother. Yes, I have extended family still on this earth. But I miss my mom, I miss my grandparents who’ve passed, I miss my brother who was only 3 years younger than me. I’m tired of all the insurance battles. I just want something to go right for a change. I need awesome in my life. Like I need awesome to just start coming from every which way. I need my truck running and driving. And I need her painted pink.
“The girl who pulls up her big girl panties in the blogging world and always rolls out her own red carpet.”
(translation…if you don’t try, you’ll always be asking what if)