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We asked this question: "Tell us all about the first car you ever owned." I didn't realize the answers would bring with them memories, but I should have known. It brought memories for me, too.
Name: Cheryl Eastern Ky Truth should be everpresent.
My first ride was a 1976 Ford F250, 3/4 ton pick up. It had a fade job medium blue to sky blue bottom to top. Great big mudders on white mag rims. It was a 4 speed manual tranny on the floor. She could haul anything that would fit in the bed and pull anything you hooker her to. Problem was she got awful gas mileage so I only kept her about 2 years before we had to part ways. But I loved her. Called her "Big Blue" and she left a big impression on me. I have driven a pickup ever since. Got a red F250 diesel now and we are very close. Her name is "Big D". I hope I always drive a truck.
Oh boy, Cajun, I hope you are taller than I am because I have trouble climbing into pickups. I love them though, once I get up there. And they are great for hauling.
Now if I could only grow. Maybe lower running boards?
Cajun, in the late 70's/early 80's I learned to drive a stick shift on a 1971 F250, built for pulling a 4-horse trailer (which we also had). It had 4-wheel drive, and was geared so low, that you started it out in second gear. I LOVED that truck. There was a 2-mile long hill near our house and in 4th gear, you had to gas it to keep it at 55. The winter before I got it, my cousin used it to pull a school bus out of a ditch in a blizzard in the mountains of western Pennsylvania. It had no power anything, brakes, steering, nothing. It had a row of running lights across the top of the cab, big leaf springs, it sat really high, and at night, nobody knew exactly what it was coming towards them. Needless to say, I was in really good shape when I was driving that beast. It was named "Danny" after the cousin from whom I bought it. (Or, more formally, "Daniel T. Pickup", the "T." stood for "The"). I had a fling with a Grand Marquis, and a Mercury Sable, and my '92 Camaro, but have returned to my real love, and now drive a dark red/Arizona Beige 2004 F150 named "Tiny" I do love those trucks - I could get used to a diesel F250. They're a heck of a lot easier to get into and out of than that Camaro!
". . . folks I wouldn't sweat the thunderstorms since the radar has also picked up a squadron of Russian ICBM's"
-- George Carlin, a.k.a. "Al Sleet, the Hippy Dippy Weatherman"
Name: Cheryl Eastern Ky Truth should be everpresent.
I hear ya. Climbing up and sliding out is a whole lot easier than falling in and climbing out.
We have a row of running lights across the top of the cab too and we pull a 3 horse slant load trailer with living quarters. Great for trail rides and campouts. I just wish Big D was 4WD. It can get pretty dicey in the ice and snow and her only other fault is that the engine is so heavy and the rear end so light it has trouble on hills. Wants to slide sideways at times but loaded down she is a dream.
You're right - sometimes, in the last few years I had that Camaro, I felt like I needed a shoehorn to get in and a crowbar to get out!
If you started my F250 in first gear, you could get out and walk beside it. It would not stall - I had more fun with that truck, in 4WD, low range, I think it could have climbed trees. It was hilarious to pull up to some place and get out of it in a dress and high heels! Eventually, we had to sell it and the trailer when we sold our horses, and get something a bit more fuel efficient, but it's a fond memory.
". . . folks I wouldn't sweat the thunderstorms since the radar has also picked up a squadron of Russian ICBM's"
-- George Carlin, a.k.a. "Al Sleet, the Hippy Dippy Weatherman"
Yeah, the diesel is definitely more fuel efficient than that old gasoline beast was. (I think we were talking gallons to the mile, actually...).
". . . folks I wouldn't sweat the thunderstorms since the radar has also picked up a squadron of Russian ICBM's"
-- George Carlin, a.k.a. "Al Sleet, the Hippy Dippy Weatherman"
The winter before I got it, my cousin used it to pull a school bus out of a ditch in a blizzard in the mountains of western Pennsylvania. It had no power anything, brakes, steering, nothing. It had a row of running lights across the top of the cab, big leaf springs, it sat really high, and at night, nobody knew exactly what it was coming towards them. Needless to say, I was in really good shape when I was driving that beast. It was named "Danny" after the cousin from whom I bought it. (Or, more formally, "Daniel T. Pickup", the "T." stood for "The"). I had a fling with a Grand Marquis, and a Mercury Sable, and my '92 Camaro, but have returned to my real love, and now drive a dark red/Arizona Beige 2004 F150 named "Tiny" 
I do love those trucks - I could get used to a diesel F250. They're a heck of a lot easier to get into and out of than that Camaro! 
It was hilarious to pull up to some place and get out of it in a dress and high heels! 