I’ve always liked pickups, and I became a Ford man by the Matchbox ’69 Ford I had as a kid (a “kennel” truck–the kennel and occupants were quickly lost, though).
When I bought a house in 1996, I discovered I needed a truck. I bought an ’84 F150, which was tired but reliable. That soon became a ’90 F150, and that eventually turned in “Moby D,” a gigantic white 1998 F150 4×4 which I paid too much money for, but enjoyed.
Last year I decided that for the amount it was driven, the ’98 was a silly “investment,” sold it and bought a ’69 F250 for $1000. I only had it for a few months, though, as it was a manual shift and my wife would like to be able to use whatever truck we have–and she only drives automatics.
One quick sale and $900 later, I have old yeller. It’s worn but not abused, the color scheme makes me smile, and has all the right options and equipment. It’s also not rusty–a rarity. I hope to restore it one day, but in the meantime it gets used, a lot.