I bought out of a field for $600 when I was working my way through college. I had to cut a tree that grew through the bumper. Later, I gave it to my nephew. He broke it down, but it wasted in a field for decades as he wanted to rebuild her. My brother, after retirement from the Marines, reclaimed it and rebuilt her for me as a gift. Surprised me with her a few months ago, hauling her from CO to LA. Complete Suprise. She is my Betsey and takes me to Piggily Wiggly and my barber shop and sometimes to work. I used her hard back in the day, even using her big flat eight and granny gear to pull down a 2 story barn. I hot-wired her for years as I could not afford a $10 ignition. She is now more like me; waiting to retire. No more barns for my Betsey. I’ve been through some personal stuff lately and Betsey just brings me joy whenever I climb in. She takes me around town or to the bayou. You can take my money and even maybe my guns, but Betsey only from my cold fingers. The image is from an article in the Silver World paper from Lake City, CO, where my brother and his wife live and where he built a shed to rebuild Betsey in the snowy months. Other is my great friend, Jus’s Grandson with me and Betsey at our home in South Louisiana. Another part of Betsey’s history (before me) is she was owned by two Veterans who never returned (Korea and then Vietnam). While few miles on her, when I thought I might go to war, I asked my wife to sell her. I’m too old now, so not worried and like some Viking, I expect to be buried with her… Unless I give her to a great kid that can’t be drafted.