Some back history. About the time I turned 16 I began looking for my dream vehicle. I found it. A 1993 C350. It was at one of those creepy roadside "dealerships". It had a blown rear and wouldn't start, and he wanted ten thousand dollars for it. From that day on, I searched for one.
Edit: I did not buy that one but got an 87 datsu which was more in my budget haha
Fast forward twelve years, I'm driving with my soon to be fiance (now husband) and I see a truck on the side of the road, thinking it's probably just another crew cab with a cap... it was not. I almost killed us making a U turn.
That truck became my daily driver. Right after I had our first kid two years later (we wasted no time haha), I was driving and heard an insane noise. I look in the side view mirror and see a tire iron flopping down the road. I pull over, thinking I hit it and also to get it off the road so no one else hit it. I had not hit it, it had fallen out of my completely rotted out wheel well.
I tore out all of the wooden centurion stuff and carpet in the rear and my wheel wells were gone, floor rotted through.
I had opened up a shop and had 2 babies within three years, so this truck sat at my shop, no time to work on it. After second baby I was able to sell the shop and stay home a few years, so the truck went to my parents' house and sat in the woods about a year.
We moved to a home I could keep the truck at, but the kids were still below 5 so I was home all day with them and so another year passes, then a friend thinks they can replace the tub and finds me a donor 2 door. But his life changed (for the better, luckily) so a year later he brings it back to me.
So now I begin!