Every man *should* have an old truck. For me, it was a 1964 International 1200 that I purchased from the estate of an old time gunsmith in San Rafael. He had been the original owner and the original "build list" that he used to order the truck (they were all special order at the time AFAIK) was in the glove box. Armstrong steering, no power brakes, big V-8 coupled to a 4 speed manual gearbox with a granny gear so low that in compound low, I literally could walk faster. Manual hubs, of course. It had custom bumpers; the front mounted a PTO winch that could haul the thing up a wall - if you could keep the engine running at that angle - and a rear bumper that was a water tank for extra traction. Good thing as all of the tires I could get at the time weren't exactly off-road capable. It had the original paint in decent shape inside and out. The seat was shot and the passenger floor had some rust but that was the worst of it.
It was big, loud and uncouth, a straightforward workhorse of a truck. My Sergeant said, after I passed him on the freeway one day, that it sounded like a Russian tank going down the road. Yup, it did. It got the same gas mileage as a Russian tank, too... "fuel economy" was not a phrase anywhere in that truck's lexicon!
There were some big down sides, though. Tires were almost impossible as it still had the original split rims and there were just no wheels out there for it. While mechanical parts could still be ordered from International, things like door seals were a challenge in the days before the Internet. I finally sold it to the Chief Engineer of the Red and White Fleet in SF, he bought it for his son if I remember. Raising a family just didn't leave room in the budget or anywhere else for a restoration project.
Dang it, now I miss that truck! I wish I'd even thought to take a photo of it.