I'm not sure there's much more I can say about my love for the derelict aesthetic. Better writers could weave together an essay about the intersection of utilitarian simplicity and wabi-sabi, but it's a whole lot easier and more entertaining to let a base-model, well-preserved, mid-century pick-up truck convince you. A friend of mine, Brent Logue, rescued this 1965 Ford F100, put a little elbow grease into cleaning it up, and hit the road. It has a straight six, a manual 3-speed on the column, and not much else. It's brutally honest in a world where most things are anything but.