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 cheap 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 "cheap", "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.
I'd watch a 4 part Netflix on this. We all want to know more about Jon-Jon.