1987 Bronco II XLT 4x4, Victorian white base with a broad deep metallic gray band and two small red pinstripes seperating the two between the white and gray. Silver step sides and Dayton tires just a bit larger than factory. Maroon interior. Loved that rig. Sometimes I wish I still had it. My next truck was a full sized Bronco, which I finally traded. After looking up the VIN I found out that it was registered two more times in Mexico. I like to think of it as being on an adventure south of the border.
I learned in an ugly 1959 baby blue Ford Falcon my stepfather owned; straight 6, 3 on the column. Got the license and a job, then my folks got me a '55 Olds.
Old big body muscle car. Buddy had one, as long as you fed the fuel, it would fly. Not as fast as a 58 Ford intercepter.
I learned in a 1960 chevolet station wagon, (after Dad got rid of the 49 chevolet and 51 studebaker).
Then it was time for tractors, spent a lot of hours on a Allis Chambers model b, plowing. You Know you can put your foot on the lift bar and muscle the plow up?
I learned to drive a tractor first, probably. Then various farm pickups and grain trucks. When I got my driver's license at 15, I got the oldest farm pickup for "my own". It was a '73 GMC (green and white) that had been my grandad's and then gone through a couple of hired hands. It had about 300K miles on it by the time I got it in 1981, but none were harder than the miles I put on it chasing jackrabbits across the pasture.
I wish I could remember for sure, I think it was my dads '74 Buick Regal. Positive traction, 4 barrel carb, 350 v8. What I do rember is it was fast as a scalded cat!
First tractor I ever drove was an 806 Farmall pulling a module builder. Dad wouldnt let me drive it down the road so I learned how to drive his F350 and follow him down the road from field to field.
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