It’s a 5 speed manual. Good straight body. Engine runs good and it shifts well. The interior and doors are very loose and rattle a lot. Throw out bearing makes a serious racket when it’s cold. Parts are super cheap and it seems simple to work on.
No pics, but the story is...OK, you can't just make a statement like that and then not tell the tale behind it you know....
(And pics.... definitely gonna need pics...)
That's some good stuff right there....as others have said, that 6 holer will last forever if taken care of...I'm jealous!It’s a 1990 F150. 300 in-line six. Manual. Manual windows. Just what I wanted. Runs and drives good but has tons of little problems. Going to enjoy getting it fixed up and cruising it. I love the straight and simple classic style.
Or the fuel filter that is inline just under the drivers side door IIRC.If you ever have a no start situation, and have diagnosed that it's fuel related and everything else thing checks good, it's a bad fuel tank selector switch lol.
No pics, but the story is...
...probably not worth telling.
But anyway, my dad got two semi loads of crusher run gravel delivered to some property he owned out west of Purcell. One load was his, and the other was mine, for my driveway. It would've almost doubled the cost to get it delivered to my house, so we got them both delivered to his property, then use our pickups to move it to my place.
This plan had worked well, and we had just loaded the two truck beds with the gravel and were getting ready to leave. He was looking at something by his truck, so I though I'd go see what was up. I set the parking brake and went to see.
Well, being the aforementioned dumbass, I didn't shut off the engine or even think to turn the wheels (it's a 5-speed stick, so no Park). So I'm standing there with my dad when I see this motion out of the corner of my eye. "That looks like my truck. That can't be my truck. My truck is over...oh, crap, that is my truck."
In that area, the property generally sloped gently down toward a creek that ran across the middle of the property, and, as William Bell put it in Fringe, "physics is a *****." The mass of the gravel and the slope combined to overcome the ability of the brakes to hold the truck, and it took off rolling toward the creek. The creek isn't so much of a much, just a few feet wide and a few inches deep. The problem is that it's at the bottom of a 20' deep ditch.
Fortunately, a cedar tree selflessly jumped in front of the truck and stopped it. Rather violently. It mashed in the front bumper, creased the hood, busted the grille and driver's side headlight, and wracked the cab.
I guess the truck won in the end, as it's still around and the tree died...
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