Our story begins over a decade ago, when I sold my 86.5 hardbody in college.
Ever since, I’ve yearned for something else with four wheels and a bed. Anything will do and after multiple chances missed, I finally have another pickup truck.
As you all know, I am an oxidation aficionado, a rust connoisseur, little money and seemingly less sense when it comes to vehicles (love my cruiser no matter what).
So, it would be out of character for me to find a well cared for, clean truck (like the sedan I traded for it).
Our story begins a few months ago when I toyed with the idea of selling and then purchasing or trading my sedan for a truck.
It was a nice vehicle, well cared for one owner Ford Fusion sport. It would get up and go, and handled great. But I needed a lot in the way of sensors and a somewhat heavy mystery oil leak, and the timing chain guides sounded suspect.
It was one of those cars that I bought because price and timing, not because it was at the top of my list. And honestly, I’m just not a sedan person.
So on the hunt I’ve been. Pouring over trucks and pontificating- ridge line? Silverado? Try and find a Toyota? Love Toyota, must have Toyota.
I found this tundra listed in marketplace, and noticed the specs were ones I was ok with- 2wd, 4.7, 285k. One owner. I like that last part.
After hitting up the seller, some back and forth and we agreed that if we like each other’s vehicles there’ll be a trade.
I drive abour two hours including over the Shenandoah mountains to check it out.
Upon my arrival, I realised that I seemed to have found the seemingly only sketch used car lot and tire zone. Check the truck out, drive it, and despite its deplorable condition I agree to the deal.
The brakes are in definite need of replacing, but the seller has disclosed this in our prior conversation. These things are bad…like throw an anchor on a glass highway and drag it down the road.
The tires, like new…back in maybe 2013? Passenger front sway bar link long stopped being one piece and the exhaust decided to leak to add to the persona.
After calling my insurance and reminding myself about triple A, I head off. Uneventful except for coming down 33 east over the Shenandoah mountain (for those of you are familiar with Virginia).
Brake light flicks on and off intermitantly until I was closer to home it stayed on permanently, and the truck seems to think there’s someone In the passenger seat that’s too light for the airbag so the light stays on.
Made it home. Love this truck. I can reach in the bed while standing on pavement and that alone is worth it.
Now on to pictures since I’m sure my rambling has gotten boring: