Dragging the camp fleet out of their long winter slumber (my dad used to call this blowin the cobs out).Its been a hard winter, (these poor old guys def need some TLC) Every year there is a little more rust, more surprise woodland creatures that have decided to take up residence- more broken brake lines, weaker leaf springs, more fuel pumps to replace.Dont let anybody tell you different…Owning vintage vehicles (and using them for work) is impractical. But weve always had a soft spot for them. They havent given up on us yet- so well keep repairing them every spring (sometimes it feels like restoring a car every year) Mother Nature is not friendly to old cars (but we celebrate today for all that she is friendly to)The things we do for love.