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Homestead Truck Turned Mobile Workshop

by Tony Colella

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.    

Old 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.   

I 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.  

I 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.   

I 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 utility trailer.   

I 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.   

I 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.   

The 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.   

One 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.   


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