Painted white, this could have very well been the Ford truck that my dad drove when I was a wee tot. It’s one of precious few vehicles that I can see clearly that pre-dates my kindergarten days: white Ranger, standard trans, that saddle blanket-style seat cover that pretty much every last pickup truck that lived in the 1970s and 1980s seemed to have…it could be this truck. But I doubt it. Dad loved his trucks as work vehicles first and foremost. The idea of a stomping big-block wouldn’t stop him, but lowered and set up for drag racing, this Ford would have him twitching one eye with a disappointed look. But we can’t be mad at this beast…for starters, it’s a big Ford under the hood, not a swapped-in late-model piece or (the horror) an LS swap. The tow mirrors aren’t helping matters in the quarter-mile but who cares when you have all that torque?

There’s always something cool about an old Ford that can hook and book, isn’t there?