My truck was disassembled 20 odd years ago by a Navy Veteran. Placed in labeled boxes, etc. He went to the VA with a “crick” in his neck and came out in a wheelchair. He was a machinist and worked with a friend of mine. Once wheelchair bound, he needed a lathe at his home. My friend traded the truck for a lathe. For 15 years it sat in my friend’s garage. I asked if he and I could put it together and he said, “Come get it out of my way…”