Here is today’s image and the first sentence we were given and asked to complete the story.
Little did we know that Grandpa was a collector. Hoarding was what Grandma called it. So long as he kept it out of the house she was happy.
It explained why Grandpa spent so much time tinkering around with the old trucks he had
In all my memory I can’t remember any of them actually working.
I don’t think that bothered him.
He liked having them and pulling bits off to clean up and replace.
His town truck he called Walter. It was an old Ford he nursed through all sorts of thick and thin. I think he used parts from his collection to keep it going.
Now forty years later and I’m in his shed once again with a man keen to buy and pay handsomely for every last one of his vehicles.
Grandpa would be chuffed to know his collection came to good after all.
Written for: http://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2014/10/27/mondays-finish-the-story-october-27th-2014/
Morpethroad 
Excellent! Loved your story! Thank you for participating! I hope that you will do so again next week! 🙂
Thanks Barb, see you next Tuesday my time as I do live in the future.
Thank you! I am glad you are enjoying this challenge!
Nice little story Michael. I’m sure Grandpa is smiling.
I would think so jackie, thanks for stopping by.
You have an amazing (and large) family Michael. I love how you’re always writing about them. Just be careful, Grandpa doesn’t come after you with a crank handle 😀
When I was a kid, we had a 1927 Overland Whippet flat tray. Dad called it The Bluebird I learnt to drive it when I was ten.
Funny thing you know i found an old crank handle under thebhouse not so long ago. Thanks as always Lyn for dropping by.
A lot of truth in that little story. Wondering what it would cost me to buy back my first car. 1965 Chevrolet Super Sport. Probably could not afford it 🙂
DJ
No and would you want to? The upkeep would be costly i would think. Thanks for reading Danny.