1990 Ford F-150

My truck was once a proud vehicle. My fully loaded Ford F-150 with the supercab and 302 once roared down the roadways as a beast through his domain. Now, however, it is lucky to make it to where we want to go. Its beat up body shows its age and the funny idle of the motor smells of decay. The three matching tires are almost bald while the fourth is basically a toupe, just a spare covering up what is not there. The bolts are stripped, the oil lines clogged, and it reminds me of a middle aged man. But no matter how much I hate it, I enjoy my truck and enjoy working on it.