My first vehicle, at the age of 14, was a ’69 GMC Sierra Grande LWB, way back in 1981. By 1987, I graduated to a ’72 Sierra Grande SWB 4×4. Over the past 10 years, that itch came back where I started a search for my dream truck. A week wouldn’t go by without some form of search, while seeing prices escalate. In 2022, I found one coming to auction with interest, a ’72 SWB Cheyenne Super. As I couldn’t attend in person, I hired an expert inspector, registered for online bidding, and had a shipper at the ready if I won the truck. The truck went on the block and blew way beyond my proxy bid, or any price I would consider spending, then it closed without meeting a reserve. Disappointed, but not discouraged, I continued my search. Within a couple months, another caught my attention. Again, I was not present for the auction and had not even registered to bid until two hours before the truck ran across the block, but something told me I had better register. Yes, this truly was a sight unseen bidding from a computer. When it came on the block, I watched cautiously to see what was going to happen, thinking big money again. There appeared to be at least one bidder and the auctioneer worked it up for the next 45 or so seconds, but the reserve still hadn’t been met. I hadn’t even bid, but just before it was about to close, I hit my bid. Now, I was committed while trying to maintain my calm, knowing I had no clue what the truck looked like underneath, let alone on the inside, but for one image of the seven gauge cluster, or let alone knowing if it even ran. Now that I had a bid, it was now clear that someone other than me was also in the bidding process, as the auctioneer gave pause by giving more details of the truck, specifically “it’s as clean underneath as it is on top, and drives just as good as it looks”. This gave me some much needed comfort. The other bidder now placed a competing bid, followed by me giving my second bid to cancel out his. Next came, “reserve off!” then just seven seconds later by hearing the hammer strike and the announcement “sold!” with my bidder number. The entire event was over in less than two minutes, which I had not entered until the last 45 seconds, and I had just made a big ticket purchase, sight unseen, based on just a few photographs. Exactly one week later, the transport showed up in front of my house and only now did I discover what a gem I purchased. I first drove it where the word “Cadillac” quickly came to mind. It was that smooth and that tight. I crawled all over the truck top to bottom, looking at the odometer and thinking to myself, what if? I tracked down the previous owner and placed a phone call. We chatted for half an hour and learned about the history of the truck and her love for it. The very first thing she told me was “you know those are the true miles on the truck.” Yes, now my suspicion was confirmed what I had thought, the odometer of 70,900 were in fact the true mileage! She continued to tell me that she had inherited it from her dad back in 2001 and he had purchased it from the original owner, locally, with just 20k miles. During her ownership, she and her husband had it resprayed 10 or 12 years ago and the engine rebuilt 3k or 4k miles ago. She continued to tell me it has been garaged its whole life, minus a very short time and it had not been involved in any accidents. Besides the refreshening already mentioned, the interior has received new carpet and seat cover and an aftermarket stereo. The outside trim, appearing new, is all original except for the front bumper and grill. It even came with the factory, dealer-installed bumper guards. Everything underneath or hidden is factory original and all the original parts present as a a five year old vehicle. And for the real clincher, I was able to get this for over $20k, less than the other I lost out on. I am humbled to be the new custodian of this C-10 and plan to show it at local car events, and keep the previous 80-year-old owner up to date on its new adventures!