New truck, new to me that is, it's not a new truck. This is a 1988 Ford F250 2x4. It smells a little like a field mouse lived there, but other than that it's in great shape. The clutch might need some help, too. But that's going to be my fault. I seized that thing a lot, rocked it, oh heavens. The first couple days were rough. I rocked the car so bad while trying to get the clutch out the tail gate shot down. That was a loud noise.
Pictures. Pictures. Pictures.
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Will told me to tell you that the "Cash for Clunkers" incentive goes the other way around. You're supposed to sell your clunker not buy one. (smile)
Sell? He's got to be kidding me! This is a gem. I don't need a focus, a fit or a Prius. This weekend I'm heading to the Grasspad for fertilizer, peat moss, and grass seed. I'm going to pick up three cases of Fuze at Costco plus couple of 4' x 8' sheets of birch plywood from Metro Hardwood . . .
Plus you would not believe how much the girls love it. I originally thought I could threaten them, along the lines of "If you don't finish your homework, Dad's picking you up in the truck..." where the response was, "Oh, can you!!"
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