Sorry, no pictures.
1966 GMC 1000 w/V6-351E and 4 spd. granny low. That's right, 6 cylinders, 351 cubic inch, no one believes me until they look it up:
6066gmcguy.com
The thing was three colors [original white, Pontiac goat-vomit green and rattle-can blue] and I made a wooden flatbed for it which I painted with brown latex paint.
It was down for a couple of months because the genius in me decided to replace my original plug wires with the original plug wires from my Dad's 1967 GMC 3500 V6-305E because they looked to be in better condition. It ended up with a bad high rpm misfire which I blamed on the head gasket and couldn't verify because I didn't have a compression gauge. I ended up putting on a set of used NGK wires I got at a garage sale from a 300ZX which I cut down to length.
While the GMC was down I licensed a 1965 Impala 283 Powerglide which my Mom quit driving when I was in the 5th grade because the exhaust fell off. My sister had previously resurrected it about a year before and drove it into the ground for a few months, and it had been resurrected briefly before that when I learned how to drive and our 1979 Capiece [Caprice Classic] was broken down. The oil was changed once during 8 or 9 years of ownership, my Dad never bothered to because it had a cartridge filter. It sprayed oil onto the exhaust from the valve cover when revving the engine. The ball joints were so worn out that it had a terrible shimmy from 30 to 50 mph, then it went away at freeway speeds. It is the only car that I have ever been stupid enough to replace the shocks on, the shimmy went away for one day and returned the very next. The last time I seen it was about 8 years ago. My Dad sold it 19 years ago to a guy who put mag wheels on it and drove it for 2 weeks, then removed the engine block to use in another car and the Impala sat beside his shop for the next 11 or more years.
I probably have bad automotive karma to this day because my friends and I would creep the Impala out into intersections during rush hour and shut off the engine; then pump the throttle and crank the engine making smoke pour out from all directions; then, when the light turned yellow hold the accelerator to the floor to clear the flooding, start up, and speed away. Then we would blow out the carbon by driving in the fast lane of the 101 at 30 mph during the same rush hour.