Milo was a homely beast, but underneath his patina of worn-off primer and surface rust he was a solid and 100% stock mom-and-pop farm truck, never violated by turn signals, radio, or heater. Even a right-hand tail light was considered superfluous by those who designed and built him. Notice how the front and rear fenders are identical. The running boards were also interchangeable from left to right. The exploded view drawing of his three-speed transmission only covered half a page. He could sit for six months, and after a half minute of cranking, his 169 ci flathead would come to life, ready to chug off on a minor chore. The last I heard of Milo after I sold him was that he was on his way (aboard a flat-bed truck) back to South Bend, Indiana, where he was assembled.