2015 chevy silverado 1500 single cab

My 2003 chevy silverado 1500 Makes a clunk when shifting into 4hi And a loud Bang when shifting into 4lo
Any idea what it could be guys?

Planning on dropping a small block v8 from a 2001 Silverado 1500 into a 92 LT Camero. Chevy in my Chevy. I am curious how hard this would be and how custom this will be? Is it common? Should I look into just finding a smaller 1990s or current Camero v6? I already have the car chassis and the engine with paired transmission.

Planning on dropping a small block v8 from a 2001 Silverado 1500 into a 92 LT Camero. Chevy in my Chevy. I am curious how hard this would be and how custom this will be? Is it common? Should I look into just finding a smaller 1990s or current Camero v6? I already have the car chassis and the engine with paired transmission.

Planning on dropping a small block v8 from a 2001 Silverado 1500 into a 92 LT Camero. Chevy in my Chevy. I am curious how hard this would be and how custom this will be? Is it common? Should I look into just finding a smaller 1990s or current Camero v6? I already have the car chassis and the engine with paired transmission.

Looking to buy a used truck. It wont be a daily commuter - more like a farm truck - we arent too concerned about tow capacity. We currently have a 1995 Ford f150 that we have to constantly take into the shop so we are looking for something will not break down as much.
We are trying to decide between a 2014 Ram 1500 and a 2003 Chevy Silverado 1500 HD.
2014 Ram 1500 - 3L V6 EcoDiesel Engine, 4x4 with 127k miles for $19,800 - dealership says its under extended warranty through dodge which will get transferred to buyer at no additional cost. Dealership had a check engine light come on the exhaust system sensor but they fixed it. Pictures look clean, the listing says everything is in running order.
2003 Chevy Silverado 2500 LS 6.6L Duramax diesel, 4x4 with 170k miles for $17,500. Sold by owner. He says nothing is wrong, kept in garage, well maintained. New fuel injectors recently.
Which is the better bet?

Looking to buy a used truck. It wont be a daily commuter - more like a farm truck - we arent too concerned about tow capacity. We currently have a 1995 Ford f150 that we have to constantly take into the shop so we are looking for something will not break down as much.
We are trying to decide between a 2014 Ram 1500 and a 2003 Chevy Silverado 1500 HD.
2014 Ram 1500 - 3L V6 EcoDiesel Engine, 4x4 with 127k miles for $19,800 - dealership says its under extended warranty through dodge which will get transferred to buyer at no additional cost. Dealership had a check engine light come on the exhaust system sensor but they fixed it. Pictures look clean, the listing says everything is in running order.
2003 Chevy Silverado 2500 LS 6.6L Duramax diesel, 4x4 with 170k miles for $17,500. Sold by owner. He says nothing is wrong, kept in garage, well maintained. New fuel injectors recently.
Which is the better bet?

My grandfather currently drives a 2021 Chevy Silverado 1500. I have no idea why he bought this truck because it’s big and modern. He’s not at all a tech guy and is turning 88 next year.
He wants to sell this one (less than 20k miles) and he wants a smaller pickup. I’m just gonna try and find something used for him. I recently sold my 2004 Dodge Ram 1500 but he says that even that was too big for him.
What would you guys suggest?

I have a 2010 Chevy Silverado 1500 that I know has never had the transmission fluid changed on it, it's at 140k miles and I've recently noticed it kind of bumps or jerks between 2nd and 3rd. I've heard that changing fluid this late is a bad idea and your transmission could stop working entirely, is that true? Should I just ride it out until the transmission fails or should I change the fluid or even flush it?

I have a 2014 Ram 1500 CrewCab 5.7’ bed. Curious if anyone has had success in locating a used camper shell that works for this bed size. I’m having difficulty locating one specific to my truck and at this point I’m now open to other options.
I’ve attempted calling local suppliers but all they want to do is sell me a new $3,500 shell.
So if anyone is aware of a Chevy, Nissan, Ford shell that is close enough in size that seals properly I would appreciate your input.
Thanks, and I look forward to your feedback.

This is my first lease, I have only ever paid cash for used or financed for new. I have a 2020 Chevy Silverado 1500. The lease is through GM Financial. The purchase option at the lease end is $32,159.20 with no other fees. I have 10 months left in the lease ($6045.60). I am currently at 23,800 miles of the 32,500 allowed. There is no damage, or excessive wear. No warning lights, smells, or stains.
The dealership called me. They say it is a slow month for them, I may have some equity in the truck, and they want me to come in and see what can be worked out.
I had no intention of ending the lease early. I had intended to wait until December - January 2024 (actual lease end) to decide if I wanted to lease another truck or switch to something smaller (like a Honda Civic) which this dealership does not carry. I have bought 2 cars and this lease from them, and they say they want to keep the business (I know they all say that). They have 24 trucks on the lot, and the cheapest one is still at least $2000 more than what my current truck is listed at on the terms sheet.
I want to pay less than what I am now ($604.56/month) There was some negative equity from a previous car used as a trade in for the lease.
Any advise? Should I go Saturday and hear them out? Or just ride the lease out until it is at least closer to the end? I am not sure how the lease negotiation process goes to really know if I am getting a good deal.

This is my first lease, I have only ever paid cash for used or financed for new. I have a 2020 Chevy Silverado 1500. The lease is through GM Financial. The purchase option at the lease end is $32,159.20 with no other fees. I have 10 months left in the lease ($6045.60). I am currently at 23,800 miles of the 32,500 allowed. There is no damage, or excessive wear. No warning lights, smells, or stains.
The dealership called me. They say it is a slow month for them, I may have some equity in the truck, and they want me to come in and see what can be worked out.
I had no intention of ending the lease early. I had intended to wait until December - January 2024 (actual lease end) to decide if I wanted to lease another truck or switch to something smaller (like a Honda Civic) which this dealership does not carry. I have bought 2 cars and this lease from them, and they say they want to keep the business (I know they all say that). They have 24 trucks on the lot, and the cheapest one is still at least $2000 more than what my current truck is listed at on the terms sheet.
I want to pay less than what I am now ($604.56/month) There was some negative equity from a previous car used as a trade in for the lease.
Any advise? Should I go Saturday and hear them out? Or just ride the lease out until it is at least closer to the end? I am not sure how the lease negotiation process goes to really know if I am getting a good deal.

This is my first lease, I have only ever paid cash for used or financed for new. I have a 2020 Chevy Silverado 1500. The lease is through GM Financial. The purchase option at the lease end is $32,159.20 with no other fees. I have 10 months left in the lease ($6045.60). I am currently at 23,800 miles of the 32,500 allowed. There is no damage, or excessive wear. No warning lights, smells, or stains.
The dealership called me. They say it is a slow month for them, I may have some equity in the truck, and they want me to come in and see what can be worked out.
I had no intention of ending the lease early. I had intended to wait until December - January 2024 (actual lease end) to decide if I wanted to lease another truck or switch to something smaller (like a Honda Civic) which this dealership does not carry. I have bought 2 cars and this lease from them, and they say they want to keep the business (I know they all say that). They have 24 trucks on the lot, and the cheapest one is still at least $2000 more than what my current truck is listed at on the terms sheet.
I want to pay less than what I am now ($604.56/month) There was some negative equity from a previous car used as a trade in for the lease.
Any advise? Should I go Saturday and hear them out? Or just ride the lease out until it is at least closer to the end? I am not sure how the lease negotiation process goes to really know if I am getting a good deal.

2017 Silverado 1500 4x4 LS - V8 - 5.3L
90k miles total Half of that hauling 1.5 to 2.5 ton trailer w/ load
Regular maintenance, ATF changed at ~70k miles
After ~50k miles I saw in the manual that Chevy recommended it, so I began using 93 Octane.
@ ~80k miles began noticing occasional shutter, rare issues of it revving up to 4k-5k rpm randomly while driving.
Today, with no trailer, it began revving up high while cruising at 30 mph and started to produce a grinding noise. Grinding noise quit after ~30 ft. Came to a stop and upon attempting to take off it would not go. It would rev up much higher than the pressure to the accelerator would seem to cause. Eventually it took off with a lurch and after 3 lights, about a mile from the first occurrence, I was able to pull it into a parking lot. It never lost acceleration while driving, just would take a couple of minutes before it would decide to drive when accelerating from a stop. No warning lights on the dash, trans temp never went above 170f, oil never went above ~200f. ATF was brown with fine particles metal in it, best seen when wiped onto a towel. Towed it to my office, where I started it up to park in the garage and it had no problems doing so.
I posted here last year seeking advice for my 2015 Silverado. It had ~80k miles with nearly its entire mileage was spent pulling the same traileload. It had a code for the torque clutch converter stuck off and I found about half a pound of metal shavings in the trans pan. Can link that post in comments if needed for reference. No repairs have been made, it's just been sitting in our garage.
Looking for advice on which truck would be better to have repaired, or if i should just attempt to sell/trade-in for something else. Both are company vehicles, but my sister and I are the company owners.

Anybody have this installed in the bed? Looking to add a camper top soon and keeping seeing ads about the Decked Drawer System. - 2015 1500 LT Z71 Crew Cab, short bed

Does the in-bed power outlet use fuel for it's power as long as the truck is on?
It's a 2021 Silverado 1500 Crew Cab. Just want to make sure I don't get stranded with a dead battery in the woods while camping this weekend by using the in-bed power outlet.

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A rule breaking truck driver takes a forbidden detour.
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Don't Feed the Pumpkins
I'm typing this as a record of what has happened to me. If someone should find me out here, where ever here is, this is what happened and who is responsible. Also, out of the dozens of vehicles bogged down in this field, mine is the Blue Jay 2013 Freight Liner. If I should die and it is recoverable, it should go to my son, John Grainger in Antioch, Illinois.
I left Litchfield Illinois around 2pm on Halloween with a last-minute load of pumpkins destined for the Antioch Walmart. Despite the fact I was once that told Illinois is the #1 pumpkin producer in the country the itself state appears to be in the midst of a shortage. I was due in about 8pm, but I was trying get in by 6pm and after unloading, I was going to visit my wife Carly and my son for Halloween. It was going to be the first Halloween in my son's life that I was going to be there for trick o treating. My wife was making a big deal out of it and John was 10 now, so, she said he would be “scarred with disappointment” if I didn't show now. So, I probably should have gotten better sleep the night before and sue me, I was gear jamming and popping go-pills like popcorn. Don't look down on me, don't be fooled, this is just the nature of the trucking industry. Everyone does it and I'm not afraid to tell it like it is.
Just after Normal on 39 I hit a wall of traffic. I could hear on the CB that there is a hazmat incident up ahead and they require special teams to clear it off. I, like the other truckers, get to gabbing on the radio, looking for shortcuts. To my surprise, after scrutinizing this route several times before, I was informed about a “gutshot” shortcut just ahead that could get in me into my destination at least an hour earlier, even with the fact I had sat in the backup for at least 45 minutes at this point. A second comrade in gears piped in and stated that the shortcut was closed. The first driver contradicted him and stated, he had used it two weeks ago, it was wide open country land you could go 70 the whole way, and the only town along the way had burned down in an industrial accident 30 years ago. The second trucker chimed in again. He said it was closed for tonight and only tonight and not to use it. I disregarded the second trucker, exited the interstate and followed the directions of the first trucker.
Well, Carly, you always said it would be this way. You always said, I needed to learn how to follow directions to not cut so many damn corners all the time. You always told me didn't put in the work, and the funny thing is, for the first time, on this drive, get there, I did. Sure, I cut all the corners, but I wanted to to put in the work. But you're right, I never put a second of effort in, and if this is how it ends, I suppose you're right, I never will. But I guess, one way or another, you're getting what you've wanted, what you text me, what you don't tell me about, and what I didn't care about. I was coming home for him and damn it, I know it won't hold up in court but I want my boy to get the damn truck!
Anyway, I found the road, 2 lanes clear to the sky, surrounded by corn and then pumpkin fields forever. My straight shot, I pushed 80 the whole way flying on cracked asphalt, diesel, and go-pills. Ahead, there were barricades and I applied the brakes and barely stopped in time. I got out and saw they were chained up with a padlock to concrete posts in the ground. In theory, I could blast through them but I would sustain serious damage. The ground was a bit wet so I didn't think I could cross the ditch and field and not get stuck either. The barricades were not official in the least. They had a sign on them made out of it mailbox stick-on letters which said: “Do Not Feed The Pumpkins”. As far as I could see from my cab and binoculars, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the damn road. I said hell and I knew it would take hours to reverse course and get back in time – in time to even unload much less make it in time to go trick o treating.
And I said it wasn't worth it. I didn't bother to call. I'd just show up now. Because it wasn't my fault. So I started back, turning around with great difficulty. I traveled back 2 miles and saw small signs for a rest area. I must have missed it the first time, too deep into the zone I suppose now. I needed to pee and probably eat a bit before starting a roundabout way back, so I stopped. It was a little old 2 story joint with a small dinner on the 1st level and looked like 4 or 5 small motel rooms on top and oddly an outhouse for a restroom. I want to emphasize the outhouse because that is how you'll find and catch this guy, the guy who did this to me. It was Bill Shaw of Shaw's Shack, who did this to me. It had a sign with the building, it too was made of stick-on letters and vaguely resembled a huge ransom note. It read “Yes! We are open! We are the only rest area for 67 miles and 1 of 2 “tombstones” for the late great town of Pumpkin Grove Illinois – the former pumpkin capital of Illinois. Ask Your host, Bill Shaw about the Pumpkin-beef-bean stew!
The parking lot had three vehicles in it, not including my own, a silver Prius, a grand cheeroke with wood panels, and an older model chevy pick up truck. I went inside. The dinner was small, set in a rustic décor with old license plates nailed to the walls. The cafe had eight counter seats and two smaller tables near the two windows. There were two witnesses to what happened that night, to what Bill Shaw did – at least partial witnesses. There was the older man with stringy white hair and octagonal glasses – unfortunately, I didn't get his name. There was that irritating millennial – All I remember is the metal crap in her ears and lip. Hell, if I die and John starts ever pulling that crap, I'll come back and haunt the crap out of both of you. Anyway, now, I wish I could remember their names or something else about them to put here. I didn't care about either one of them enough to remember.
I guess that goes for Shaw too. He was a bit taller as sometimes I couldn't see his face while sitting at the counter because of the low lights in the ceiling blocking his face. He had gray hair. Hell. That's it. Anyway, the old man said he was part of a historical society, said he spent the better part of his past two years tracking down anyone or anything about Pumpkin Grove. The college student – of course – it was college student said she was from the school newspaper, looking for a spooky story. When she asked me where I was from, I didn't respond.
Shaw came from the kitchen with two big bowls of the famous Pumpkin-beef-bean stew for first two. He seemed taken back by my presence for a bit before saying “howdy” and trying to get real friendly with me. He asked what media I was from. I told him I wasn't from no media and I was trying to get through the barricade up ahead. Neither of the other two seemed to know about the barricade. Shaw said he didn't know anything about it either. I was suspicious of him then because of the lettering on the signs. But I didn't push it. I wanted to eat and he said my choice was the stew or stew. So the stew seemed fine. He said he wished he had more time to chat with me but he promised to tell the story of Pumpkin Grove to the two others but I was welcome to listen and ask questions. I didn't say it but I couldn't care less, I was going no where fast and I needed to eat.
He started off by saying he and his wife are among a handful of survivors of the fire that consumed the town of Pumpkin Grove some 30 years ago on Halloween night. Then his story descended into a cross between a rambling fading nightmare and a ghost story. He said, without hesitation, fear of consequence or remorse that he was accessory to a murder in his childhood. Specifically, some 40 years ago, again on Halloween, he was friends with a small group of young men including one named Donnie, who was a little slow and had a slightly misshaped head. He was picked on a lot by the Gerst Brothers, notorious town bullies and teenage thugs of a bad seed thanks to their neglectful alcoholic single father. Long story short, he said, the Gerst Brothers lured Donnie, himself and another 2 boys out to a pumpkin field where they gave back Donnie's missing dog. Apparently they kidnapped the dog and wrapped every inch of it in duct tape a few days ago. They watched us try to peel and pull the duct tape off while the weakened, hungry, and thirsty dog whimpered away its last in the field. Unbeknownst to any of us, Donnie had a pocket knife and he lost it as the Gerst Brothers cackled around him and the dead dog. He leaped up as they laughed and sliced the vein on their necks. One of the Brothers died quickly while Donnie and the two others fought the other to death. Shaw said he just stood there, covered in arterial blood splatters, watching Donnie and the others finish off the Gersts.
Much of the town was shockingly grateful to hear the Gerst Brothers were dead and everyone was all too happy to sweep it under the rug rather than have 4 of their sons incarcerated for decades when they were needed to help with the town's bread and butter – the Pumpkins. So, they buried the Gerst Brothers in that field and grew pumpkins on their corpses and no one really talked about it. The town paid off their father, who was too inebriated most of the time to care and he gleefully drank himself to death on the payoff only about a year later.
I didn't have much of a reaction to the story. The historian on the other hand, was hesitant to stay and keep writing and he made a brief protest concerning whether or not the story was true and whether or not he could legally listen to it. Shaw said it was both true and legal. After all, there was nothing left of the town and the remains were long gone and he himself, would not bare witness to himself. The college student's dumb metal encrusted mouth was agape in a mix of horror and disbelief.
I was waiting, patiently, might I add, for my stew. Shaw promised it would be up soon. He continued the story, stating that the fields produced abnormally well afterwards and 10 years later he was visiting his parents with his girlfriend for the annual Pumpkin fest. It was just that the pumpkins weren't just more numerous and larger, or more resistant to the rains and the fungus, they were alive and nothing could keep them tame or from spreading wider and wider. And everyone thought this was great at first, the profits were never higher but then weird things began to happen. Equipment went missing and two farm hands were crushed by a wagon full of pumpkins tipping over onto them in what was at first called a freak accident. Shaw recounted how he took his girlfriend through one of the patches and the vines seem to wind and grapple her legs, of course, Shaw's folks passed it off as her not being used to the mud but Shaw said he knew better.
Shaw continued to describe that over the days that led up to Halloween, the Jack O Lanterns on people's porches and elsewhere began to do some unusual things. Things like seemingly move by themselves from dusk to dawn, changing the carvings of their faces slightly, or appearing to “jump” off a table onto the porch without damage or apparent cause. On the morning of Halloween, Shaw said that he found his black cat, Lucky, incinerated in front of a jack o lantern as if it had breathed fire on to it from its mouth though they had long ago blown out the candle inside.
After the cat burning, the elderly man from the historical society tossed his spoon in his bowl. Shaw asked if something was wrong. The elderly man got up to leave and he said it tasted like bitter cold bull and his story was bull and thanked him for nothing. After checking the remaining contents of his bowl of stew, Shaw chased him out of the door, to his car, asking him what direction he planned to go home. When he peeled out of the parking lot he was headed southwest. Shaw came back in and threw up his hands.
I tell nothing but the truth, he said, most people can't handle it. Part of me wanted to go, but I was cozy there, it was warm and the story, while bull to me at the time, was entertaining enough. The SJW sitting down the way looked exhausted, barely keeping her eyes open as Shaw finished out the story. In short he said, Donnie approached him at dusk on Halloween while he and his family sat on the porch eagerly awaiting trick o treaters. Donnie said the Gerst Brothers are alive in the pumpkins and that they planned to burn the whole town down tonight. Donnie said, he had to tell Shaw because Shaw wasn't supposed to die, he was supposed to watch.
I rudely stopped him and demanded more stew. I was still hungry and the stew was somehow unsatisfying. When he returned, he finished the story, stating the town was suddenly engulfed in flames and their house in particular with Donnie on the porch, flash burned to the ground like napalm from an exploding pumpkin. He escaped with his family and his future wife in the pick up truck sitting outside now.
The college student said she felt like she needed to lay down, that she didn't think she could make back to the campus to the north. Shaw attended to getting her one of the rooms upstairs. I stayed down stairs and went to the back for more stew. I rubbed my eyes intensely and felt as if I too should stay for the night. But in the tug of war between fatigue and dexrine, the dexrine was slowly coming out ahead.
Next to the stew was a cutting board and a knife and on it was some bluish whitish powder which I found peculiar. On floor was a bottle of medication. It was Insomnex – a sleeping pill I use when I'm coming off of dexrine. The stew was dosed.
I ran to my truck and pulled out my dexrine and my revolver. As I climbed out of the driver's side, I could see Shaw running out of the dinner with a huge kitchen knife. I ducked under the trailer and back out on his side and pointed the gun at him.
What the hell I asked as I slowly advanced on him with my snub nose pointed at his head. He dropped the knife. He said, I just wanted to puncture your tires, I had to do something to stop you. I know you want to go north and I know you might be crazy enough and your truck tough enough to smash the barricades but I can't let you. I can't let anyone else go through, he said hysterically. I asked the dumb question about whether or not he set the barricades and just as I previously suspected, he did.
I'm supposed to watch, Shaw cried. No one can get through tonight, no can be allowed to. I told him to shut up as he rambled on about how he and his wife took it upon themselves to ward off travelers on Halloween Night. Its a cursed road tonight, he said, we're cursed to stay here and this is the best we can do to stop it from spreading. Its been calling us for 30 years, he went on, we tried to walk away but it kept on spreading, the pumpkins, he said gritting his teeth in anguish.
Maybe it was the dexrine and the insomnex working together, hell maybe it was the stew by itself but I just started to laugh as I guided Shaw back into the dinner and proceeded to duct tape him down to the dinner chair to make sure he could not cause anymore harm to anyone else until the police arrived. I had some cash on me, I wasn't a criminal, I wasn't going to make it seem like I tied him up and dinned and dashed, I was in the right, I was doing the lawful thing. So I left him exact change, no tip for the food. In the process of making change for myself, I found the padlock key in the cash drawer, I was certain of it at the time as I waved it in front of Shaw and he gasped and thrashed behind the duct tape the hardest.
I got into my truck and gunned it north towards the barricades, which, as I suspected was easily opened with the key I confiscated from Shaw. I got on my CB and started making emergency calls to the State Police, I gave them my name, the location of the diner, and Shaw's name. I was in the middle of nowhere so it didn't surprise me when I got static and no acknowledgment. I had no bars on my cell phone either but that is typical of central Illinois.
I was going along about 70. The sun was almost down but I hadn't seen the moon yet. I turned on the radio and found a classic rock station. The song was Born on the Bayou from CCR. The opening riff perked me up and reassured me that I had done everything all well and all good. If things held, there was a chance, I could get my freight unloaded and see John tonight. I was eagerly tapping the steering wheel waiting to bust into “When I was just a little boy...” But just as the lyrics should have entered, the radio station seemed to have accidentally reset the song, it just started over.
The sun faded away entirely and yet no moon came up. The sky was so dark but I didn't remember seeing any clouds or expecting any for that matter. The song continued restarting itself, the same opening again and again. I flipped through the other stations and all of them had it playing. Eventually, the digital clock on my dash began to spin wildly like the LCD numbers on the tuner while in scan mode. The truck buffeted and shook side to side despite my headlights showing no cause for it.
To my shock, ahead, in the distance was single traffic light. It was went from green, to yellow, and red, as any other traffic light but there were no lights or towns on this road. I slowed to 40, then 35 then to 30 as I entered an unnamed densely populated area with small buildings, stores, and houses and one traffic light. I came to a stop at the light and I looked around, locked my doors and tried to glimpse where I was. Where ever I was, I felt, I felt like I shouldn't be there. There were dim orange lights in some of the rooms of the houses at the edge of the intersection.
I looked up at one of the windows and I saw a figure with large head in the window. I couldn't believe my eyes at least not until the figure turned to face outward. It was a jack o lantern, a classic one with a black glow where the eyes, nose, and mouth sat. It was held up right by a thin vine structure that seemed to grow and stretch as it stuck its head out of the window and let out a barely audible shrill whistle and stared directly at me.
I gunned it. I blew the red light as the town seemed to collapse into nothing by dark green swelling pumpkin vine and a sea of glowing jack o lanterns in my side view mirrors. I hit the radio off because all I could hear on it was that whistle filtering through. I drove and the mass of jack o lanterns grew in the mirrors. I glimpsed the left and right windows and the plains were glowing black with more pumpkins rolling and creeping towards the road.
The road began to warp and bend as I started to red line my truck. The buffeting side to side became difficult to control as the engine groaned. I couldn't explain how the road began to shift nor how the moon, blood orange began to circle around me from horizon to horizon. Aside from the moon, I thought I was making progress as I couldn't see the vines nor the hundreds of blacklight pumpkins swirling after me.
The moon slowed and dipped down and I started climbing a hill. As I crested, the moon filled the entire windshield and more. It spun and then settled on a black light pumpkin face and bore down on the cab.
I don't know what happened next but I woke up in my cab. The was engine smoking. All I could see was mud and putrid rotten pumpkins as far as I could see. My Blue Jay was sunk up to the cab down in mud, vines and rot. It wasn't going anywhere in it without some serious assistance. To my right and left I saw dozens of other vehicles, most of them at least ten years old, also up their doors in mud and rot. Swarms of flies were visible all around in the boiling midday sun. I'm not really sure how long it has been or what time it really was because the clock on my phone is broken and simply reads as 99:99. I don't know what day it is. I have no cell signal and no radio.
Carly, I need to be honest with you. I cheated on you. Maybe a dozen times. I did it before I thought, before I knew you were doing it to me. I can't live by the rules of trucking, or marriage or anything. It is the road and you command it and that is the only rule. But now, I'm worried I've broken my last rule. I have no food and no water. There is no road here. There is only rule of a blazing sun with jack o lantern face that never sets. I fear that in time, unless I find help or help finds me, I will be feeding the pumpkins.
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Theo Plesha

I just picked up a 2018 Silverado 1500 LT Crew cab that came equipped with a 4” lift and 2” wheel spacers. However the previous owner must have taken the aftermarket wheels off to sell before trading and when I got it it has the OE 265/65/18 setup on it. Looks like they also did some trimming to the front fendebumper.
I’m trying to figure out what size wheel and tire combo I can fit on this with the setup it has. I’d like to stay with 18-20” wheels with 33” tires . But I’m unsure of rim width offsets and backspacing. With the current lift/spacers I’m sure this is possible and I’m over thinking but I’m just not good with measurements and want to get this setup right the first time and not deal with hassles of returning stuff over and over.
I’d also rather not cut/ trim anymore than what’s been done.
Any ideas/help would be appreciated

I just picked up a 2018 Silverado 1500 LT Crew cab that came equipped with a 4” lift and 2” wheel spacers. However the previous owner must have taken the aftermarket wheels off to sell before trading and when I got it it has the OE 265/65/18 setup on it. Looks like they also did some trimming to the front fendebumper.
I’m trying to figure out what size wheel and tire combo I can fit on this with the setup it has. I’d like to stay with 18-20” wheels with 33” tires . But I’m unsure of rim width offsets and backspacing. With the current lift/spacers I’m sure this is possible and I’m over thinking but I’m just not good with measurements and want to get this setup right the first time and not deal with hassles of returning stuff over and over.
I’d also rather not cut/ trim anymore than what’s been done.
Any ideas/help would be appreciated