How long could you make it? How long did you want it? A hood with enough expanse to land an airplane? OK. 
When those long cars broke down, a machine like this would come grinding along the two-lane, a hook and boom ready. 
They were ubiquitous, these wheeled wonders. In the years after World War II, America’s highways teemed with long hoods and high-cab haulers. The nation was on the move, and these machines made that happen. 
You are looking at two Chevys. On the left is a one-ton ’46 Chevy. Beside it is a ’48 Chevy Fleetside. They’re baking in the spring sun on the Peach Highway in Byron, 95 miles south of Atlanta. (Photos by Junkyard Correspondent Tim Saviello)
No. 100: GM’s Finest at Rest
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