My first "car" was a '93 Ford F250; regular cab, long bed with a 7.3L (diesel) and a 5-speed. It was 4x4, electric hubs, and needed about a quart of oil every time it needed fuel.
I lifted it on 37" Interco Iroks (40mph+ those things screamed), with whitespoke rims that I dug out of my neighbor's yard. I spent 3 days compounding and waxing it until it looked like black glass.
About two months later, my dads '87 F250 had its 351W come unfrikenglued and spewed parts all over I-4. So since he bought me the truck in the first place ($2700) I sold it for $3500 and gave him the majority of the cash to fix his daily driver. I started driving my my mom's old car ('97 Dodge Intrepid w/3.3L) which I have to this day along with my GP.
The guy I sold my truck to totaled it within 2 weeks; he never even transferred the title, so I was called to the accident scene from which the spineless bastard fled (as I was the last known owner). I literally had to breathe deeply to keep myself from crying when I saw my baby wrapped around a concrete pole.
Bittersweet memories...lol
