I'm an anti-Ford guy all the way through. We (Darren and I) got this hunk of crap on a lark, paying $450 for a beater. Well, that was a year ago, and we're just now getting it smogged and registered. Yeah, well, don't rush us, dammit!!!
It's a 1976 F250. To those of you who aren't afficianados, that makes it a 3/4 ton. Huh? Dunno what that means? That means it's big, Einstein. How big? Damn big.
It's got a 390 with a four-speed. 'Cept this four speed's really a three speed, with a silly joke for first gear. I think top speed is about 5mph in first. Then again, it'll probably pull a house offa its foundation. Heh heh. Not that we've tried:)
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Eventually, we'll add some tales, such as our in-depth studies of the effects of alcohol on automotive repair... Or maybe how it took us six weeks to remove the heads... (7)
No way!!!! Darren, that doofus, took the truck out on Saturday, March 28, 1998 to help me move. But, of course, whenever Darren gets involved with something, things get, uhhh, interesting?
We (Thor, Jim, and I) got together to start moving at about noon. We took several loads, all the while wondering, "Where the hell is Darren?" A few hours later, he pulls up in his beater Rx7.
"Where's the truck, dude? "
"Uh, well, it's on Old Redwood Highway...."
Nice. Seems the big POS died on the road. Humph. No big deal, as we're used to that. A week goes by, with jokes like: "Hey, maybe if I leave it there long enough, they'll tow it away." So this Sunday (the fifth of April) we were planning on getting it back to his place, at least, so that we could maybe someday get it running again for real.
Keep in mind that it's still unregistered and uninsured (kinda). That's a big no-no in California. Heh heh.... But then again, we excel at no-nos:)
So, anyway, he comes to my house and says, "Dude, about the truck....."
"Yeah?"
"I went by this morning, and it's not there!"
Impounded, unregistered, uninsured, it sits at the impound lot. Think we want it back?!