When I was 16 and trying to buy my own pickup, Alice was still in the hands of her original owner. I tried repeatedly to get him to sell it to me. When it was clear he would not sell and I was about to make an enemy of an old guy I liked and respected, I gave up. A few years later, he sold it to the local bodyman. Bodyman played around a few years with it, then parked it under a tree behind his shop. Fast forward another 25 years. Bodyman has passed, his sons are selling off Dad’s stuff, including Alice. My wife and I go take a look and decide what I would give for it at auction. But sadly, I’m working nights and have to go home to bed. The next day, my beautiful bride tells me we have to go get “that old piece of junk” as she went to auction and bought it. Four years later, this truck has a new life. I named her after the original owner’s wife. I’m the 3rd owner and it never left the small Iowa town it first called home.