Like many folks who need to work on things, I started out with an old
pickup truck. I loved this truck. It never gave me any problems and
over time I think it was hit by everything but the lottery. I had
bolted three nice, lockable diamond-plate toolboxes onto the truck
along with a huge ladder rack that I was given by a man who owed me
money. That long-bed Dodge and I built my small landlord business
from the ground up. I could barely squeeze in the cab because of all
the larger tools that took up shop there. The toolboxes were
inevitably overrun with extra parts, odd sized pieces, half-used caulk
tubes and every other manner of repair paraphernalia one can imagine.
The cab of the truck held the tools that were too large to fit in the
boxes and too valuable to get wet. My truck, like many, began to look
like a mobile hoarder display.
This truck never let me down, even when I truly believe it wanted to.
The old girl just kept on, keeping on until I finally outgrew her.
The day I sold her I nearly cried. I felt like I was breaking up with
a high-school sweetheart. My consolation came in knowing that she had
found a home perfectly suited to her, where she would be well
appreciated. I sold her to a handyman I worked with for many years.
"Old Uncle Bill”, as I called him, was in his 70’s and never missed a
day of hard work. He had trucks older than my girl and had them held
together with every thing he could think of, never allowing them
to quit because he wouldn’t.
Bill would pull up in my truck and swear that truck about drove itself
to our usual job sites. He would kid me that it took him months to
train her to drive to his house instead of mine at days end. I never
felt more peace in that truck as I did seeing just how much Bill loved
her. That truck provided a means for Bill to continue making a living
for his family. He worked harder than any two young men I knew
and always did so with an enthusiasm for the job and for life.
When I sold that truck, I did so because my small rental property
business had reached a point that I could no longer carry all that I
needed in it. I constantly found myself without the one tool I needed
and nowhere close to home to get it. Worse yet, the larger tools
would get stashed at one property or another and I would have to drive
all over town to get them, wasting both gas and time. I would
spend hours a day, it seemed, just digging through the bottom of the
toolboxes looking for screws, fittings and other small parts. Not
being a patient man, I realized that this had to stop.
needed a mobile workshop, one that was large enough to carry my
materials, supplies and tools, but small enough to maneuver in and out
of the mountain rental properties I owned and repaired. I also needed
enough room to move appliances and to be able to do so by myself. I
had spent years twisting my back into a pretzel trying to slide a
refrigerator over the tailgate and under the ladder rack on the old
Dodge. A used refrigerator simply wasn’t worth the risk to my back,
but, neither could I afford to buy new refrigerators and have them
delivered each time one went out.
looked into pulling a utility trailer, but, again ran into the time it
took to run across town to get the trailer and then pickup appliances
and other large items, move them and then return the trailer, all the
while exposing them to the elements and possible damage or theft if
left unattended while I worked on some other repair.
looked into buying a cargo-style van that would allow me to store
tools and repair supplies more safely but found that I still did not
have the room to house the building materials, such as plywood and
lumber, that I routinely required. This would mean I would still have
to travel across town to buy or pickup these items and transport them
to the jobsite. Larger appliances would still require the use of a
dreamed of a tool shed on wheels. I wanted something that would allow
me to keep what I needed on hand to fix nearly all the problems I
could encounter in a day of repair calls as well as a vehicle that
could move appliances easily so as to save my back.
looked at old bread delivery trucks but they never seemed be in very
good condition. I looked at used moving trucks but these were far too
long for the type of properties I would need to enter. I looked at
old moving-van-style trucks but these were often in poor shape,
although this may have just been my luck in finding them so. I looked
at some small delivery trucks but many of them had air brakes, which I
did not like, and many did not have a lift gate that would allow me to
load and unload large appliances easily.
more I looked the more I found the prices became more and more
expensive. I talked with repairmen, electricians, handymen and
deliverymen (and women) who drove trucks of different styles. Most
that owned their own trucks liked them, but, they also candidly
admitted they also had huge payments they did not like. Many had paid
well over $30,000 for these trucks, and then some.
day I stopped by a used truck store and found my new girl (well, my
new truck that is). This truck had likely been a delivery truck for
an appliance rental company. The truck was a 14-foot box truck with a
garage style door on the back as well as a lift gate that can lift up
to 1600 pounds (even our best fridge had plenty of room to spare and
no more aching back). This truck has a turbo diesel engine with
plenty of power and a gross vehicle weight of 12,000 lbs, which meant
it did not require a commercial driver’s license in my state. The
“cab-over” design has a cab that is detached from the box of the truck
and is set over the front wheels. This provided me with a turning
radius far superior to my old pickup truck, believe it or not.
truck was three years old and had about 72,000 miles on it. The
automatic transmission made it as easy to drive as any car I have ever
owned. The driver’s seat is set rather high in the air with a large,
flat windshield that provides excellent vision of the entire road. My
friend used to kid me that I was sitting up high enough in front of
that windshield that he could tell what shoes I was wearing when I
This truck is an Isuzu, 14-foot box truck, turbo diesel NPR model with
lift gate. I paid $18,000 for it at the car lot and was happy to do
so. Yes, this was far more than I had paid for my old Dodge truck,
and more than I had paid for any car, but I finally had something that
would meet my needs, and later I would learn, far more than I had ever
considered. This truck became more than my all purpose work truck.
immediately drove the truck to a friend’s house and we began turning
the empty box of the truck into a workshop on wheels. We built a
large wood bench with many, many shelves. I added metal shelving at
the far end to hold larger tools such as tile saws, table saws and the
like. I hung clear, tip-out bins that held all of my plumbing (pex)
fittings, electrical supplies, screws, bolts and more. We built
a wood rack to suspend long plumbing supplies over a vertical rack
that holds plywood and other larger, thin materials that can stand on
edge. The rack also held lumber such as 2x4’s and other assorted
An electrician I know helped me run lighting and
electrical outlets throughout the truck. These do not run off the
truck battery but rather I plug the truck into a house outlet or
generator to power up the workshop portion of the truck. This
setup allows me to work while standing inside the truck, which really
comes in handy during rainy weather. I can run the power tools
as well as recharge the cordless tools while working inside the