Trucks only, guys. And ANCFlyer, you've posted your picture of your truck about 30 times. We all know what it looks like.

1988 Ford F-150, 5.0 V8 (slow, though), 129,000 miles, 2WD, still decent AC (after 2 cans of freon were added last month).




Here, all the windows on the cap are open. Mom says that the cap manufacturer thought she was nuts when she told them what she wanted, but she got exactly what she ordered. Big opening panels on the side for easy access, small rear panels with screens for ventilation if you sleep in the back of the truck, locks on all the windows, and a frame on top for the canoe.

Btw, the windows on the right are of the duplex where I live.


Note that the seat hasn't held up that well, with Dad being the daily driver, and it's wearing pretty badly. Note my Camry's front floormats, genuine Toyota items. They fit nicely over the rubber mats. It's interesting to think about how this truck was actually luxurious in 1988: it's hard to imagine a time when trucks didn't have power windows or locks, or a tach (this truck only has 2 speakers). And ABS only for the rear wheels.


Our ultimate trip in the truck was in 1991. I was 7, and my sister was 9. We drove from Huntsville, Alabama up to Oshkosh, Wisconsin for the 1991 EAA Oshkosh, which was my first. My sister and I slept in the back of the truck on cots, since at the time my parents only had a two-person A-frame tent (it ain't Oshkosh if you don't camp out). Then, after that week, we headed over to Hartford, Connecticut, to visit Dad's side of the family. After several days there, we drove home. It was a LONG way, especially since the rear of the Supercab really didn't have enough legroom, even for kids. But it held more stuff than our other car at the time, the 85 Toyota Cressida wagon.