A couple weeks ago I was hanging out with a friend of mine. He’s a collector who has commented here a couple times in the past, but I know him personally. I can’t remember how it came up, but I told him the story of giving away most of my diecasts when I was maybe 14 years old. Most of what I gave away, I don’t remember what it was and so I’m glad I did, but there were two individual diecasts that I accidentally gave away, and have really missed. One of those was that pink Ford Capri that a couple of you have sent me versions of already (because this place is the best). The other one was this weird yellow Chevy truck, with a camper shell on it, that had a pencil sharpener in the back.

My friend just sent over a small box for me (his wife and I work in the same district, so we use out inner-campus mail system for it’s proper use ... sending each other toy cars). When I opened that box, I damn near fell out of my chair.

There’s a specific reason that this silly thing is so important to me. There is a home video of a two-year old Shop-Teacher sitting on my dad’s Sportster, with my mom right next to me to make sure I didn’t fall off. It was shot on the day he sold the bike, it may or may not have been that same day that this picture was taken. In that video, I am holding this very truck. When my dad fired up the Sporty while I was sitting on it, I started screaming and crying (loud pipes may save lives, but they scare the crap out of a 2-year old!). I leaped into my mom’s arms, still clutching my yellow Chevy truck.

I was stunned when I laid my eyes on this truck. Breathless, I clutched it to my chest like a little kid holding their favorite stuffed animal, and so many feelings came rushing in. I’ve written about my mom before here. She was the chief facilitator in my young collecting years, taken from us too soon. I can’t believe it’s been 5-1/2 years already. Holding this truck though, I felt instantly connected to her. I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried my eyes out taking these pictures.

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The casting itself is actually a pretty good one. The single square headlights identify this as a 1980 Chevy/GMC. I recognize the huge rear bumper from other companies, but my brain is too shocked to remember which one it is right now. I’m sure y’all will help me out with that. My phone’s camera didn’t do a great job of showing it, but you can see the pencil sharpener opening in the back.

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The brand made in Hong Kong identified on the bottom, Larami, is one I’ve never seen before. You can see the business end of the pencil sharpened here too.

I love the graphics on this truck.

We love a diecast with a story around here. The story behind this one is so personal, it has instantly become my favorite diecast. I can’t believe I have it again. I never even tried to find one, I couldn’t even think how to search for it. And yet, here it is. Thanks to a good friend, and the power of the internet. I feel slightly more complete now. It’s silly that a toy can do that, but that’s what makes them so important.