After coming to the realization that with my wrecked back, it might take quite a while to get one of my myriad of other Suburbans running again. I began in earnest a search for a new tow pig. I was in the market for a k2500 350 with barn doors. I drove many miles looking at trucks that were either no better than what I had, or not what they said they were at all. I did find one beautiful 94 that the guy said was a small block. I test drove it, fell in love with it. Then I got back and opened the hood to check for leaks. At that point I realized what I had missed the first time I opened the hood. It was a big block. Nope not gonna pay that fuel tax. I found a truck in Wilmington that was exactly what I was looking for. The pictures were great online. So we took the 5+ hour drive down. In person it looked like it had been in a demolition derby. The 4wd would not engage, the radiator was full of stop leak. And then there was the interior. If you took a truck, hosed the interior in bacon grease, then turned a pack of feral dogs loose in it - it would look better. Not only that the headliner was covered in black mold. So we went to see the USS North Carolina and came home. After more searching I came to the realization that, I either had to go out to the went coast to find what I wanted, or I was going to have to buy a 1500. Since I used a 1500 for years with a set of airbags under it, I know I can do it again. I looked at a few more and finally found an ad in Hickory, NC. So we drove up to take a look. We beat the guy there so I had about 15 minutes of unsupervised time to crawl all over the outside. Right off the bat all four tires were bald. SO I began to think of a price that included me buying new tires. He finally got home and I checked out the interior and engine. Then we took it for a drive. Back at his house I told him I had to buy new tires for it. He said I didn't. I started to argue, but then it unlocked his basement and told me to follow him. A friend of his had bought a new truck. He didn't like the tires or wheels, so he drove it 7 miles to his house and took them off and put the set from his old truck on it. We swapped them out. I handed him some cash and he handed me the keys. I already have the airbag setup out of the old truck that have been langushing in the shop for a few years. I also have a bumper/brush guard for the front. And I ordered some led lights for it. ( which were just delivered a few minutes ago). Now I can wait till my spinal column cooperates to work on the other trucks, and I can still go to work and haul stuff around. And yes I named it Moby. One because it is huge and white (not unlike me). And I went on an obsessive search to find it - that nearly killed me.