Why I like old trucks.

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Stole this from Pitsnipes Gripes. If I want to merge and change lanes these new car drivers allow me to move over at my leisure and don’t argue or road rage.

13 thoughts on “Why I like old trucks.”

  1. And the bigger the Old Vehicle, the more “respect” it gets!

    Rust optional.

    Clean, beautiful paint and body work negate this effect, though…

    • My daughter can attest to that, Igor.
      The fuel pump driver shit out on her Escape, so she drove my 2001 Super Duty plow truck for a few days. Said that people that would normally pull out in front of her would do a double take and reconsider. Guess the thought of getting a Meyer enema from a one-ton wasn’t high on their list of things to do before they died.

      Leigh
      Whitehall, NY

  2. Looks like an old suburban, even better. I prefer the pipe wrench welded to the hitch better, stops tailgating as well.

    • No, that is a Malibu Station Wagon. I used to have one many years ago and I could drive it like I stole it, I paid $400.00 bucks for it and had three other vehicles so If I banged it up, one less car to pay liability insurance.

  3. I used to have a big beater Ford. Driving it was amazing, it was like parting the red Sea. I could drive like my dad and people that would ordinarily cut me off just moved outta my way.
    Good times. :’-)

  5. NObody got in my way when I drove my Econoline E350 (Old ODOT orange passenger van!) around Portland. Had a V8 in it, 15 MPG, three speed auto, Armstrong power steering. I loved that van.

    Wife sold it for a song to a family that really, REALLY needed it !!

  6. My current 4×4 I bought for $1,900. I chiseled $400 off asking plus a full tank of gas. That was in 2010. The truck is an ’89 and had 23k original miles.
    (since new it had been with USDA, barely used)

    Since then I’ve put just over $10k into it Runs strong. The paint has weathered into what I call desert camo.
    (seriously except for the shiney chrome and glass, it is difficult to spot from even short distances)

    The ragged paint is like an invisible force field. It shouts ‘no insurance’ and rebuffs other drivers

  7. My first truck was a F-100 longbed with 292 with crossover exhaust, four on the floor and granny so low it would climb telephone poles. 1961 or ’63, I forget.
    I bought it for a cord of wood. For $100 and a six pack, a friend helped replace the engine (same engine, lower miles) and the entire clutch assy.

    Beat the crap out of her used for hauling wood off a 27,000 acre ranch and running fence. Radiator was a 5 gallon bucket, brakes was down shifting. Played a lot of cat & mouse with deputies when I drove into town. I got pretty good at it. They got better.
    Sold her for $800 to some beaners.

  8. Whatever I’m driving, my 86 Toyota and 74 F350, both with max patina, people give me lots of room. Nothing says, no money or insurance like old ugly trucks, driven by old ugly geezers. Happily, it’s also also a great cop repellent.
    One ticket in the 11 years I’ve been in Tennessee, 64 in a 45 zone, oops, my bad.

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