Heading into 9th grade, I was eager for my first truck. I loved the old 69-72 Chevys and late 70's F150s but without a pot to piss in, $3k was $30k to me. Thus I began my quest to convince my Daddy that a classic truck was in our best interest. Every old truck I saw for sale, I tried to get him to look at. We were very interested in an awesome, blue 1977 F150 until the hood was popped and he saw a monster 460 V8 and said nope, a good call for a noob driver. As I continuously pitched my responsibility case in vain, I still had hope when Mom heard of an older man in town who had passed away and had a truck the family was looking to sell (which turned out to be our family's used car buying MO). My bro and I drove by one afternoon and sadly saw it was a crap 12 yo pawpaw truck: 1983 Ranger LWB auto 2.3L 4 banger 79HP @3800 RPM (uh, new) but $
700!! We decided I shouldn't mention it to Daddy or it would be mine ASAP based on price alone. However, I did tell my buddy Jon-Jon.
Later at our big Christmas get-together, Jon-Jon asks me loudly if we ever checked out that $700 old truck in town from that dead guy, as I closed my eyes and hoped my Daddy didn't hear. His spidey sense went off, as the "$700", "old", and "dead guy" talk intrigued him waaaay beyond me playing it off. It was too late. The truck was mine.
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(Same model, just add 2 white-letter tires and more rust)
Bonus: found out it could backfire like a cannon and shoot a 3 ft flame out the tailpipe when flooring it then immediately idle, like an unlucky blue hair with M club alumni sticker found out on the way back from a Sardis fishing trip with 2 other redneck buddies. I stood on it to pass and waited until the exhaust was right at her door and let off. The 12 gauge fireball reverb was MUCH louder than usual off her E class window. I saw her Mercedes swerve, then speed up to give 3 teenage boys the finger of disgust as I tried to keep it in the road, as we all laughed with tears in our eyes. Probably red-lined that hearing aid. Sorry lady, wherever you are.