So many long years ago I had a 1936 Ford pickup. I loved that truck and hate myself for ever letting it go.
There was a 1940 Ford pickup in my neighborhood that I lusted after. The owner wouldn’t sell, wouldn’t sell, and then one day sold it.
I was disappointed but started looking for old trucks in earnest. It took me about 6 months to find my Chevy. It was a basket case with boxes and boxes of parts. Now it and my Mustang are my daily drivers.