The origin story

In college, Scott pulled a rusty truck from an old barn in Iowa. The previous owner had ambitions of restoring it but had abandoned it because it was too big a task. Only the box of the truck was bolted to the frame.

abandoned in an old barn

He chipped away at the truck in between engineering classes and a job at a lumberyard. He had restored old vehicles with his dad but this was the first time tackling bodywork solo. Iowa winters tested his motivation, working in a small garage with no heat.

After an irresponsibly short 25 mile test drive, he made the inaugural 200 mile journey to his folks’ home. He lost a clutch linkage rod crossing a rough railroad track – he repaired it in a corn field in the summer humidity and successfully made it home.

After a few other solo vehicle restorations, Scott was more keenly aware of how his college budget and novice experience had left some opportunities for improvement in the blue truck. He’d been planning to sell it to use his growing talents on a different project truck.

Christine came along and grew attached to the blue truck and the man behind its restoration. She appreciated the curve of the cab, the wooden running boards, and even the way the doors frustratingly stick when you go to open them. She nudged him to upgrade the engine, invest in a new seat, and to focus his energy on this truck instead of starting over.

Ultimately, they brought it to North Carolina for their farm wedding as a nod to their history. Every year they climb into the bouncy, tan leather bench seat, forcefully swing closed the doors, and head off to find a Christmas tree to load in the bed.

As bees became part of their life, they joked about selling honey out of the back of the blue truck. That quickly became an opportunity as the bees multiplied and the simple name “Blue Truck Honey” seemed spot on.