Built on Trucks. Driven by Family.
A lifetime on the road, turning truck sales into personal relationships.
“Hey Pig Pen, this here is the Rubber Duck…”
“East bound and down…”
“Sign says clearance to the twelve-foot line, but the chickens were stacked to thirteen-nine…”
“Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler and he’s off on a Midwest run…”
While these words might make you smile and bring to mind an era that most have forgotten—and many of the younger generations know nothing about—this is the soundtrack of my life.
To say I was raised around trucks is nothing short of a bobtail rig.
A Family Tradition
My dad, Shelby Elliott, started selling trucks when I was five. From riding in numbered 359 Pete’s, to mailing out flyers for the family business, to selling my first truck at 17, trucks have paved the way through my life like I-80 through the USA.
Miles, Not Milesheets
I’ve sold trucks to nearly every corner of the States. My logbook holds miles traveled from West Texas oil fields, to Northern Iowa cornfields, to the deserts of Arizona—delivering my customers (many of whom I prefer to call my friends) their trucks. I’ve also had the privilege of selling trucks to some wonderful folks from South Africa and Zimbabwe.
After years of helping seat thousands of drivers from an office at a large corporate operation, I’ve decided to make it personal. With my wife and daughter at my side, I set out on this next trip. Our goal is to keep our life simple and make it simple for the buyer. Nothing fancy, nothing complicated (beyond what the law requires)—just my family working to get things right for you and your family.
