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Man, that brings back some memories. I had an 86 the exact same color that I drove for well over 10 years as my main rig. High school all the way through when I started my career. It had well over 300k on it by the time it finally gave up the ghost. Pretty sure it had about 65hp, but it sure did get me into some trouble!
Reminds me of Back to the Future. I love Marty’s truck in that movie.
Seems I remember reading that the efi 22r developed 116 hp @ 3600 rpm.
That thing is my dream truck right now. I was angling hard for one as my company rig, but alas, I ended up with an F150 instead. Honestly, how does it ride down the highway? Shake your guts loose, or tolerable?
Facebook Marketplace.... Guy had it about 30 miles from where I lived. I did alot of the cosmetic fixing up and maintenance as well.
Mines a weird model. 88 sr5 with power everything and a sunroof. It was an auto, but has a 3.4 5spd swap out of a 96 tacoma. Scoots pretty good now!
Kind of like walking?
very nice. I plan to get one in the future. I've seen some decent deals on them. I think people buy them then realize the 'cool' isn't so 'cool' without the modern amenities lol
Tolerable. Actually rides really nice for a Heavy Duty pickup. A lot better than my 2004 Dodge 3500. After changing the stock Duratracs to Mickey Thompson Baja Boss AT tires, the ride improved even more.
But for when where you want to go is miles away or you have many miles to cover and you literally could not walk it in a night.
Have fun walking.
Yup. But don't forget this is an internet forum, so you must jump to conclusions immediately and declare your bad-assery by assuming everyone else is a mouth breather who just hunts from their vehicle.
I hauled a rutty whitetail buck nearly 4 hours (field dressed, body cavity packed with ice) in my 2011 Ford Fusion a few years back. I went down to visit a college roommate for a weekend rut hunt when my own prospects weren’t looking so good at the properties I had access to. I intended to spend more time drinking beer than actually sitting in the stand, but underestimated my buddy’s commitment to hunting and lack of weakness to peer pressure. With no cooler to call my own, and my success being in the 11th hour before I had to be leaving for home anyways, I folded down the back seat, saran-wrapped my center console, tossed down a tarp in the back, and rode with the windows down.
