10-30-2020, 10:49 AM
So.
Got a truck.
1992 Ford F-150. No immediately apparent rust beyond the bed being beat to death. Rear wheel drive, which is fine for hauling trash and mulch and stuff.
260,000 miles. Woof.
The good:
THE ENGINE. The 300 cubic inch (4.9l) inline six cylinder purrs like a kitten. It's newer than the rest of the truck and it shows. I had this engine in another truck before, and it missed a lot and occasionally backfired with it's stupid throttle body injection but this is a port fuel job and she's smooth as glass. This is the best truck engine Ford (and possibly anyone) has ever made and you can fight me on that. Hrsprs? Yes. Torques? Lots. But timing gears instead of a belt or chain, 8.8:1 compression means it will run on dog piss, and it's a rock-simple architecture. The last one I had I'd add oil whenever the rockers started to tick and I don't think I ever actually changed it. Just, you know, kept adding. "it's probably fine," I said to myself. I was right. I love this motor.
THE RUST. Or lack thereof. No frame or cab rust, the battery tray still, you know, exists. All good stuff.
THE PRICE. It was hella cheap, yo. Almost the same price as me renting the moving truck. Crazy.
THE SEAT. It's a big blue bench seat that's not all tore up to shit.
The bad:
IT'S OLD AND YOU KNOW IT. No airbags or power anything.
THE TRANSMISSION: Apparently original E4OD makes a pretty godawful grind around second gear. It'll grenade on me one day BUT NOT TODAY so that's what tow insurance is for.
THE 'LECTRICS: Where to begin. So every time I turn off the truck the radio loses power and defaults to "demo mode" when I turn it on. It had a spotlight installed at some point "but it's got a blown fuse"...yeah no shit, when I turn on the headlights the radio dies and when I turn on the windshield washer the wipers start running and don't turn off. It also had a light bar installed at one point by whatever Yee-yee boi owned this thing
SPEAKING OF SAID YEEYEEBOI:
Good fucking grief.
So, FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS. Get rid of those goddamn stickers. They're good valley camo but I don't want any police attention, and those thin <color> line flags are...woof. Not even really funny, these were definitely affixed unironically.
Second: I guess grab the meter and start hunting for this electrical crap. I actually hope I'll never need headlights but, better safe than blind.
Third: Prepare for transmission failure. Shifting into one of these gears is crunchcronchcrunchwrap supreme. I don't even want to pull the pan in case some metal shaving is jammed into a valve that's actually holding the whole thing together. So I'm just gonna, you know, troll craigslist for a trans.
So this isn't really a project thread. I anticipate it being more a "laugh as Rexy tries to keep this turd moving under its own power" thread. The Farm use plates are gonna stay, it's literally what I bought the truck for, and I believe I'm in compliance with the relevant state regulations.
So,
Got a truck.
1992 Ford F-150. No immediately apparent rust beyond the bed being beat to death. Rear wheel drive, which is fine for hauling trash and mulch and stuff.
260,000 miles. Woof.
The good:
THE ENGINE. The 300 cubic inch (4.9l) inline six cylinder purrs like a kitten. It's newer than the rest of the truck and it shows. I had this engine in another truck before, and it missed a lot and occasionally backfired with it's stupid throttle body injection but this is a port fuel job and she's smooth as glass. This is the best truck engine Ford (and possibly anyone) has ever made and you can fight me on that. Hrsprs? Yes. Torques? Lots. But timing gears instead of a belt or chain, 8.8:1 compression means it will run on dog piss, and it's a rock-simple architecture. The last one I had I'd add oil whenever the rockers started to tick and I don't think I ever actually changed it. Just, you know, kept adding. "it's probably fine," I said to myself. I was right. I love this motor.
THE RUST. Or lack thereof. No frame or cab rust, the battery tray still, you know, exists. All good stuff.
THE PRICE. It was hella cheap, yo. Almost the same price as me renting the moving truck. Crazy.
THE SEAT. It's a big blue bench seat that's not all tore up to shit.
The bad:
IT'S OLD AND YOU KNOW IT. No airbags or power anything.
THE TRANSMISSION: Apparently original E4OD makes a pretty godawful grind around second gear. It'll grenade on me one day BUT NOT TODAY so that's what tow insurance is for.
THE 'LECTRICS: Where to begin. So every time I turn off the truck the radio loses power and defaults to "demo mode" when I turn it on. It had a spotlight installed at some point "but it's got a blown fuse"...yeah no shit, when I turn on the headlights the radio dies and when I turn on the windshield washer the wipers start running and don't turn off. It also had a light bar installed at one point by whatever Yee-yee boi owned this thing
SPEAKING OF SAID YEEYEEBOI:
Good fucking grief.
So, FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS. Get rid of those goddamn stickers. They're good valley camo but I don't want any police attention, and those thin <color> line flags are...woof. Not even really funny, these were definitely affixed unironically.
Second: I guess grab the meter and start hunting for this electrical crap. I actually hope I'll never need headlights but, better safe than blind.
Third: Prepare for transmission failure. Shifting into one of these gears is crunchcronchcrunchwrap supreme. I don't even want to pull the pan in case some metal shaving is jammed into a valve that's actually holding the whole thing together. So I'm just gonna, you know, troll craigslist for a trans.
So this isn't really a project thread. I anticipate it being more a "laugh as Rexy tries to keep this turd moving under its own power" thread. The Farm use plates are gonna stay, it's literally what I bought the truck for, and I believe I'm in compliance with the relevant state regulations.
So,
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