Being friends with my co-founder, David Tracy, has some serious advantages, if you’re willing to really exploit some of David’s core traits. First, he’s incredibly — even selflessly — generous, and second, he has an almost uncontrollable compulsion to buy old cars. He can’t help himself, from either of these things. If you are lucky enough to be in his line of sight when these two urges surge up in his brain, consuming his thoughts entirely, making his hands ball up into fists and his mind attempt to probe Facebook Marketplace via sheer force of will, then you can make out like a bandit. I know because I did. You see, David bought a 1989 Ford F-150, and I get to effectively own it. Of course, nothing is ever truly free, as I paid significantly in shitshowery getting it back to my home.
David Could No Longer Resist The Legendary 300 Inline-Six
As you may know, David has been making a concerted effort to thin out his flock of cars, because he’s either thinking of moving or joining some cult or joining the Navy or some bullshit; I’m not entirely sure, as the plans change hourly and it’s pretty easy to tune it all out, but the point is David has decided he’s not in a place where he wants to add more cars to his fleet, but that does nothing to quell his powerful old-car-buying urges.
So, when David came across this “Bricknose” 1989 Ford F-150 on Facebook Marketplace, it had all those traits that his own peculiar set of pleasure neurons need to fire: a combination of honest wear, a certain workhorse sensibility, just the right level of mechanical stoutness, and a bunch of other ineffable but powerful traits that combine in David’s mind under the vague automotive category he calls “soul.”
I think it’s different for everyone, but in this case, for David, it worked out to a T18 four-speed manual transmission (the almost tractor-like kind with the ulta-low first “granny” gear); a bench seat; a rough, home paint job (in the pictures it looks burgundy but in person it’s very purple); and, I think most importantly to David, it had Ford’s 300 cubic inch (4.9 liter) inline-six engine, one that David has held in reverence for years, as you can see here.
It’s a legendary engine, known for its incredible indestructible nature, and I think David just desperately wants one to tinker with. So, now he finally has a chance to get one, and it’s conveniently wrapped in a whole truck, too.
I spoke with the seller, a nice man named Clark, who showed me around the truck via Facetime and confirmed that this old brute indeed had a mere 159,000 miles on it, which is pretty much just a healthy middle age for one of those Ford inline-sixes. We agreed on $2,500 for the truck, and and I made a plan to get a friend to drive me the three hours from Chapel Hill, North Carolina to the truck in rural Virginia.
David and I were as excited as a couple of schnauzers who’d just chewed through a plastic bag of frozen meatballs, and almost as smart.
My 11 year-old kid Otto came with me for this little adventure, and I loaded up all the supplies David demanded I bring: two gallons of motor oil, an oil filter, a gallon of this expensive gear oil that looks almost exactly like honey, my socket set, an adjustable wrench, an oil catch pan, and some other crap.
My friend T.Mike drove us up, and proved the fundamental tenet of truck ownership – that once you have a truck, everyone is going to want to borrow it – by asking me to move some furniture from his mom’s house (not too far away, in Virginia) before I even actually took ownership of the pickup. That’s impressive.
Our First Look At The Farm Truck
We got to where the truck lived, and found a verdant little bucolic wonder, complete with geese and chickens that my kid found delightful. 
Oh, and there were friendly, dirty little pigs, too:
And, of course, the truck looked very much at home in this storybook environment, complete with FARM USE license plates, front and rear:
I looked it over, rolling under it looking for rust (minimal! Frame rails look great!). The interior was quite clean, with its vast bench seat free of tears and the dash free of cracks. That inline-six started right up, I drove it around the block, and everything checked out just fine. Yes, I think this big old grape/eggplant/aubergine/Grimace-colored truck will work just fine.
I handed Clark an envelope full of cash, we did the traditional key-exchange/handshake photo, and I was now the owner of a truck someone else paid for — the American Dream.
At this point I was also told that the truck had a name: “The Marshall.”
As an aside, one of the details I like best about this era of F-150 is the badge typography, which is surprisingly whimsical and kooky for such a work-oriented machine:
Modern F-150 badging is much more serious and industrial-looking, without the odd, friendly curves and top-heavy look of the ’89 F-150:
I kinda like the goofier old badging, but that’s me.
Changing The Transmission Oil
The first thing David demanded I do was to change the gear oil in that old tractor-like T18 four-speed transmission, and since he’s the man who coughed up the money for the truck, I have to listen, so Otto and I found an empty industrial facility’s parking lot and crept into a corner where I could perform the oil change.
I haven’t done this sort of transmission gear oil change before; I’ve changed transmission oil before, but not this one, and doing it out far from home in the middle of nowhere wasn’t exactly my first choice, but what David wants, David gets. Well, at least for this.
Changing gear oil in these transmissions always requires use of a pump, and the thick, creamery gear oil we were using takes a good bit of firm pumping, which was kind of awkward under there, trying to keep the hoses from popping out and just the tiring muscling of that pump, in and out, in and out. I didn’t get a picture since I was, you know, under the truck, but it looked sort of like this:
Otto was surprisingly patient, for an 11 year-old, which I attribute to the wonder of being in an industrial parking lot full of strange, new forms of gravel and the occasional partially-crushed bit of metal.
I got the gear oil in (special “yellow metal-friendly” GL4, as David – who had seen too much water contaminated transmission oil in his day to let me drive three hours on whatever was already in the case — had requested), and was ready to head out on the road. My friend who’d driven us up texted me the address of his mom’s place where I would pick up the furniture, so we headed off.
This is the point where everything started to go to shit.
The Truck Won’t Start
For some reason, my phone wasn’t getting charged by the cigarette-lighter USB plug I had, and soon died. I needed it for directions, so we found a gas station where I could either find a little USB charger or steal some electricity from an outlet, which I eventually did. With the phone back on, I clicked the address link in his text, saw it was about two hours away, and followed my navigation.
But the truck wouldn’t start. The battery was dead. I wasn’t in a position to roll-start it, so I asked a guy with a new F-150 for a jump; he thankfully obliged. This is what your 9th grade English teacher would have called “foreshadowing,” and then underlined twice on the blackboard before turning his chair backwards and telling you that poetry is really just like rap, and old Bill Shakespeare is the baddest MC there ever was.
Driving Two Hours In The Wrong Direction Cost Me Big
We headed off, following the directions, and I was paying special attention to how the truck ran and shifted, which was very well and with some difficulty, respectively. I mean, I think that’s just how this very rugged transmission is – it takes some force to get into gear, and I think the clutch adjustment is a bit off, because it creeps a bit even with the clutch all the way in.
But, otherwise, the thing runs like a champ! It’ll do a comfortable 65 at about 2000 RPM in 4th which is better than I expected. It doesn’t feel nearly as sluggish as I thought it might, but then again, remember my usual daily driver makes about 53 hp.
The trip went fine, and we eventually got to the address and looked around to find that…it was the right address in the wrong fucking city.
I have no idea what happened, but when I clicked the link, it sent us two hours in the exact wrong direction, and I had no idea, being unfamiliar with the area and where my friend’s mom lived, and kind of focused on the truck. So all I could do when I realized what happened is to really swallow that gut-kicking slow burn of acknowledging a substantial mistake, and the parallel realization that there is precisely fuck-all you can do about it other than to just keep going.
I had to explain to Otto that our plans were going to be a bit shifted now, since we had a four hour drive back to get to where we needed to be, and then still two or so more to get back home. Luckily, I remembered some friends of mine were at their family’s farm which was on the way home, so Otto and I could get there and crash for the night, and Otto could get to see some Italian donkeys, too, so that seemed like the play.
I pushed down the pain of a dumb mistake, and we headed back, now on the correct path.
A couple hours in, we stopped for some gas and food. I foolishly turned off the truck to fill up, out of more muscle memory than anything else, and we needed yet another jump. At this point I was still thinking maybe the battery was just not holding a charge well, because of age? It took a bit to find someone to jump us, but we eventually were able to borrow a dozen volts, and off we went.
This time, though, things didn’t seem quite right. The voltmeter gauge in the dash’s needle wasn’t pointing where it was before, and night had fallen, so I had the lights on. As we were driving, the radio abruptly cut out. Then, I noticed the dash lights were dimming, and, really, all the lights were dimming. Quickly.
I realized that this wasn’t a battery issue, because it wasn’t an energy storage problem, it was an energy supply problem, because the alternator was clearly dying. Not wanting to lose all power – and with it the power steering and lights and everything – on a dark highway in the middle of nowhere, I made for the first exit I came to, which thankfully had a gas station.
I pulled in, drove into a parking place, and the truck promptly died.
Stranded At A Gas Station In Rural Virginia
So, now I’m pretty boned; the truck isn’t going to start again, and even if I could get a new battery in there, it’s not going to do much without an alternator to charge it, all of which just means that even though that straight six under the hood may be one of the most unkillable engines ever, you can sure do a good job of making it seem dead by denying it any electrical power.
I was trying to convince Otto that sleeping in the cab wouldn’t be so bad, when my friends Marian and Jeremy, of the farm with the Italian donkeys, called to tell me they found a nearby hotel and got us a room, which is a great reminder that everyone should have such good friends.
Otto and I walked to the hotel in Raphine, Virginia. Once there, Otto was excited to discover The Backrooms:
Find some kid to explain it all to you. Otto already explained it, at length, to me, but I’m not up to retelling it.
The Wrong Alternator
The next morning we went back to the truck to see if we could figure out some kind of plan: Would a jump get us to a Walmart for a battery? And with that battery could we make it to an auto parts store? I did have a stroke of luck when I found that behind the gas station was a repair shop for big rigs, and in this shop was Aaron, a Genuinely Good Guy:
Give it up for Aaron, everybody, because everyone should be so lucky to know an Aaron like this Aaron. He’d had a truck with the same Ford 300 I6, and respected the machine, which I think provided some of the willingness to help, along with what I assume is some innate kindness. He got me started with a jump box and let me park the truck by his shop. He then arranged for his wife, who was near the auto parts store about 15 miles away, to bring the alternator (David called in and ordered it, another big help!) to me so I could install it. She was heading over anyway, but still, what an incredibly kind thing to do for a stranger.
Oh, and Aaron’s wife drove this Jeep that she absolutely adored, so I’m going to include a picture of it because I think that might make her happy if we all appreciate it as well:
Lovely Jeep! Looks like it actually gets used for what it was designed for, too. I’m going to have David send her some Jeep PR swag he’s collected over the years.
Anyway, what luck, right?
Well, almost:
As you can see, the alternator that was sent over (on the right) was the wrong one. Crap.
Some Janky Alternator Wiring Got Us Back On The Road
Okay, so, Otto and I arranged for an Uber to take us to the auto parts store where we swapped the wrong one for the right one, except for some reason I can’t quite fathom, the right one had a connector different from the one that was in the truck:
Where the one in the truck had a three-prong connector for the upper connection, this new one had three separate wires. But it was all they had, and electrically, these wires must do the same things as the ones connected to the connector pins, so I had to make do.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from complaining:
Even though I complained, and was certainly not happy to be stuck because of a bum alternator, I do have to say I actually learned to appreciate a lot of the qualities of a dirt-common F-150 from all this. First, as someone who is more used to having to scour the internet for parts for my Nissan Pao and then have to pay crazy shipping money to get them from Japan or the U.K. or wherever, you can find an ’89 F-150 alternator in stock at a random auto parts store, no problem. On a Sunday. And it’s cheap.
Plus, it’s not that big a deal to install! It’s right there, on the top front of the engine, and while it looks like there’s a lot of stuff you’d have to remove to get to it, you don’t, because the alternator is housed in its own little C-shaped mounting bracket:
Two bolts, two plugs, and then someone with a pry bar to help you move the pulley tensioner (again, thank you, Aaron!) to get the belt off, and that’s it! This was a way harder job on my Yugo, which has the alternator on the bottom of the engine, or even on my Beetle, which has it in a good position, but the alternator shaft also is the shaft of the engine’s cooling fan, so that’s a whole other deal.
One other note about working on this F-150: As a short dude used to working on tiny cars, this was an adjustment. I’m used to looking down into the engine bays of the Pao or Yugo or Beetle; this one was at the sort of height that made me feel like a little kid trying to steal candy off a high counter. Plus, all the components are so much bigger than what I’m used to; everything feels like it’s made of locomotive parts. It’s just all about 40% bigger than everything I’m used to. But, I adapted. And stood on things to reach stuff.
I got the old alternator out, got the new one in with a bit of crappy wire-splicing, had Aaron correct my belt routing, and holy crap, it worked:
Just look again at how janky this connector solution is:
I’m still kind of amazed that held up.
[Editor’s Note: I’m Fixing this ASAP. There’s too much current going through that for me to deal with that level of jank. And I’m a jank connoisseur, as you know. -DT]
But hold up it did, and we finally made it to my friend’s donkey-haven about 15 minutes before they left, so we got to see donkeys, and I regret I didn’t take a picture of that. Sorry. But here’s the truck at the farm, victoriously, next to my friend Jeremy, and Franklin, his dog/accountant:
From there, we made it home without incident, though I didn’t turn it off when we got gas, because it just wasn’t worth the risk. We were tired and I was very, very filthy from being in and under that thing, but I’m very excited we made it home, safe-ish and sound-ish enough, and I look forward to doing all kinds of things – including Changli hauling – with this truck.
Oh, one little post-script to the story: after driving it around a bunch today, just enjoying it and getting used to it, I was heading home when I heard a god-awful sound, like I ran over a robot who was now struggling desperately to get free. I pulled over and looked behind the truck and saw this:
Yeah, that would be the muffler. Honestly, I can’t tell any difference in sound with it off, so I’m wondering if it was ever really connected at all.
I have a feeling The Marshall is going to keep things exciting for me.
Makes me wish I’d held out for an EFI Inline 6 Ford. I do love my old Chevy with the Inline 6, just not the manner in which fuel is supplied to the combustion chamber.
I can re-use my intake and hedders if I decide to go EFI eventually, so my recent investment in all of that wouldn’t be a total loss.
This is the third week it’s been in the shop, they still haven’t figured it out. Just like us, they thought they had it, and in no time, it’s doing it again. So frustrating.
I’d rather drop a FULL fuel tank (done it on a V-10 F-350, amongst others) to do a fuel pump than deal with a fuckin carburetor. It might be a struggle, but at least when you spend good money for a quality part, you do the job ONCE and its over with. No adjustment later, no high or low elevation or too cold or too hot or whatever. It’s just fixed.
This is definitely not the first carbureted vehicle I’ve spent way too much money on when the carburetor was the only fault. Ya go to a supposed expert and they tell you to spend big money on THIS carburetor, don’t worry, it’s worth it! And the fucker never runs right again. Rinse, repeat. I loved that car, like I love my truck, but I hate carburetors.
Sorry for the rant. Just ready to have my truck back and be done with this issue.
I feel ya, man. I once had a Dodge D100, 318 with a Holly 4-barrel. Dead nuts simple, right? Damn thing was possessed, no one could ever get it to run right. It would run great long enough for me to get halfway home, and then run like dog poop. Multiple “carburetor whisperers” tried, none ever succeeded. Eventually one mechanic had the idea of pulling a carb off a junk Mopar behind his shop. To be clear, this was an ancient carb, off a non-running car, no rebuild, no nothing. Ran great afterwards.
We bought an ‘87 D150 for my wife (her choice!) with a 318 and a 4-barrel Edelbrock… I’ve never had a more reliable carbureted vehicle. Two pumps of the gas, it would start every time. Never let us down once.. I miss that truck. Now I have a ‘73 D100 with a 360 that some days wants to be used and some days wants to just fight me tooth and nail.
If you have a DT level appreciation for rust I can sell you my 96, perfect configuration. Single cab long bed 300 i6 5 speed 4×4 Eddie Bauer so all the comfort of beige interior. Hope your truck is out of the shop soon!
Been following your trials with the truck. You may want to seek out a different shop if these guys haven’t been able to fix this after multiple tries. They may be good on the new stuff that self-diagnoses with a scan tool but many of the techs under 50 look at carbs and points like we old farts looked at EFI and electronic ignition when it came out. They don’t have occasion to work on old stuff so they don’t understand it and they don’t see any point in learning about it because they won’t use the knowledge. I am in no way putting down these guys-it’s a business decision. You have to spend your time on what makes you money.
This carb is as simple as they come. I’ve rebuilt a number of them and it’s hard to screw them up because there are so few adjustments. I’ll also share a dirty little secret held by old mechanics; carb problems usually are ignition problems. An old guy will use diagnostic tools like a dwell/tach, timing light, and vacuum gauge. Few mechanics use these anymore or even own them because they use a scan tool which is of no use in your application. They may have tunnel vision that is fixated on the carb to the exclusion of all else. This truck should have come from the factory with points as GM didn’t go to EFI until 1975. That and the condenser are the first things I’d look at, along with condition of the cap, rotor, coil, and wires. Point systems are way more sensitive to weak components than the EFI systems these guys are accustomed to. There are also lots of problems with the cheap points and condensers that are imported now and many of us have experienced that, but I’m shooting in the dark here. The way to fix this is with a systematic diagnosis without jumping to the conclusion that something they don’t understand is the problem.
I read an article a couple of years ago about how the cognitive ability to visualize a route and follow it is rapidly disappearing because of the reliance on navigation apps.
It is worthwhile as a safety/sanity check to know your general route so that when it takes you completely the wrong direction, you are prepared to take over, like not relying on “self driving” cars.
My two schnauzers would like to know about this sack of frozen meatballs
I’m not a Jeep fan, but that does look like a nicely kitted and properly-used jeep!
Yes, because mechanics don’t exist in the entire middle of the country where people farm, and if they did, refusing to work on common vehicles would be great for their reputation.
Farm trucks usually have above average frames because they don’t run on salted roads much. They also usually live in the machine sheds, out of the weather, further reducing corrosion. They’re easier to work on than other vehicles their age.
They also usually become farm trucks after deteriorating to a point where it is no longer worthwhile to bother keeping them roadworthy, and are then kept together with duct tape and baling wire until something expensive and important enough breaks and it becomes scrap.
Hi, we clearly haven’t had the pleasure. I’ve lived my entire life in IL and MO and worked on the family farm since I was 13.
Hi, we clearly haven’t had the pleasure. I’ve lived my entire life in IL other than college in MO and worked on the family farm since I was 13.
We’ve been paring down the farm trucks as all the scurrying is pretty much done with side by sides, so our last expendable one was sold last year. All have been solid and working properly.
You can keep blustering, but your constant need to post a novel when a couple sentences will do isn’t proving you know what you’re talking about.
Perhaps where you live. In West Virginia a truck relegated to farm duty is at the very end of it’s life. Beat to shit, headlights pointing in two directions, taillights just trailer lights zip-tied to any place that’s vaguely facing backwards, missing windows replaced with plastic sheeting, with “faRm usE” spray painted on both doors or the sides of the bed if it still has one. If they don’t pass inspection trucks get passed further down the rungs rather than doing the minor repairs required to pass until eventually they’re zombies.
I learned to drive on a 1981 F-150 with the same exact powertrain. Such a great truck.
Thinking back, it’s incredible what we towed with just 125HP and 250 ft-lb torque.
So, uh, what’s the Marshall Plan?
I’ve had a bunch of beater trucks over the years, then finally stepped up to a nice one…low-mile 3-year old Nissan Frontier, V6, 4×4, 6-speed stick. I was afraid of using it like a truck, put 7,000 miles on it in 18 months, then unloaded it and bought a 2004 F150 with 230k. THAT truck is still my friend, 6 years later.
Something your son will never forget! Is he a Rastafari?
I know you were in a pinch, so a direct replacement was the way to go, but an upgrade to the G3 alternator is well worth it. I just did it on my ’94 F150 inline 6. The G2 alternators on ’96 and earlier models have crappy connectors that can melt and short out. I bought a 130 G3 alternator, new connectors, and an inline fuse to do it right. You just need a slightly longer belt, as the new alternator’s position/pulley changes the geometry some. Pretty simple job, and a nice upgrade.
Yup. From what I remember, on that bracket a 120 or 130 Amp alternator from a ’96 F150 based Ambulance drops right in. Minor wiring tweaks and you’re golden.
That hotel pic… SCARY
This is a great take on the backroom thing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4dGpz6cnHo
I’m excited to see more old truck shenanigans! I’ve had a few old trucks of various makes but never one of those I6’s. I look forward to the upcoming nonsense!
I hate to say it, but owning this truck should be rather uneventful given its apparent condition and reputation. My ’94 with a similar combo has been rock-solid minus stupid age-related stuff having to be replaced from time to time. Of course, we are talking about DT, here, so that could throw a wrench into things…
Oh I’m absolutely less concerned about the truck and more about the two nuts that will be behind the wheel. I’ll really take any content including old trucks because, we’ll, they’re neat!
Earlier Ford pickups with the straight six engine had enough room under the hood for someone to stand under the hood to work on the engine. I never believed it until I saw it.
As does my ’74 Chevy with an Inline 6. It can be incredibly awkward to work on.
I had a 74 f100 with the 300 six. I’m six feet tall, and I always would stand in the engine compartment to work on it. Actually sort of pleasant on a rainy day.
Be careful if you ever carry the head of that engine, it will really mess up your back.
I grew up on a California walnut farm and this truck was more or less discarded. Replaced the shocks and one of the rear springs, the bearings had gone missing from the driveshaft u-joint. Fixed a few other things on it, put some truck tires on it and drove it 3000 miles to NYC. The only incident was when I got second degree burns from the radiator puking (turned out to be from a 1956 mercury how the hell did that happen?) but forty years later you can hardly see the scar.
The only other incident was when it dropped the tie rod on the Long Island expressway but it turns out that you only need one wheel to steer.
It had a very distinctive art car paint job that sort of hid the damage from a caterpillar tractor hitting it and a lot of other farm incidents and after I hit my first taxi cab it was remarkable the way traffic would scatter as I drove around Manhattan. Great truck until the engine and dashboard got stolen.
There are days I’d trade you that I-6, the 5.4 V8 in my 02 F150 is shrink wrapped in there, changing cylinder heads is an exercise in perseverance and explains why the pros remove the cab.
Nice truck Jason. I also own an ’89 F150 and am ordering a new 302 long block for it today. Mine is red over white, exactly like you posted last week.
I think you should look into putting rear disc brakes on The Marshall, not because I want to do that and am looking for a guinea pig to find the right conversion kit for me. No, definitely for other reasons….
Welcome to old truck ownership! It’s hands-down the most useful thing on four wheels you’ll ever own. The clutch “creep” is probably the hydraulics slowly failing. Easy enough fix, and until then pump the clutch once or twice before putting it in gear from a stop; should make it easier to get in gear.
Oh, and it’s not just you: I’m six feet tall and I still need a step ladder to reach a lot of things under the hood of my truck.
Oh boy – I’ve just had an idea: The Autopian Truck Olympics! The Marshall vs David’s J10 vs my Chevy K1500. (Does Thomas have a truck? Make him buy one.) They’re all long bed, standard cab, six cylinders with 4 speed sticks. It’s a natural match-up! Just need to figure out the geography…
Let’s DO IT!
Heck yes. This is the content I’m into. I have a 2002 Tacoma Regular cab 5spd 2wd truck that is rusty, patched, repaired and has 279K and works hard. It’s not a 6cyl with a 4 speed but I’d be game to join in.
No. You have to get a Dodge. Someone has to represent Mopar and Daviod’s J-10 does not count.
Dave, get this man a Dodge.
I had an 89 F150 that was nearly identical to this – single cab, long bed, dual tanks, straight six, manual, but mine had the 5 speed, and was an XLT. Loved that truck.
The only think that ever let me down on that truck was the fuel system, and I’ve never fully understood what the root cause of the failure was – it just lost fuel pressure. The pumps in both tanks were good, the high pressure pump on the frame was replaced but that didn’t help things. Ultimately I replaced the tank switching valve (a completely passive piece of hardware that should *not* have been able to cause the failure, and in fact is a bit of an engineering marvel that I think DT should dig into and report on…) and that seemed to fix the problem.
Also, the muffler falling off is a rite of passage in the ownership of one of these trucks. 🙂 They’re cheap and easy to replace. I will warn you that, while it is tempting to just put a downturn on the outlet (like is shown i the photo) rather than replacing the over-axle tailpipe section, that will result in melting the emergency brake cable sleeves, and cause a sticking e-brake. Ask me how I know…
Great choice on truck and engine, David.
Torch, if you need any help, Fordsix.com is a great resource.
Dad found my ’93 while I was stationed halfway across the country. 156k miles on it, I drove home in a beater, left the beater at a friend’s and proceeded to drive the truck across the country several times. In the 18 years I’ve had it the only time it failed me that was not ultimately my fault was the original fuel pump dying when I was halfway through Arkansas on a Florida-California drive. That was about 220k miles on the pump.
Currently have 392k on the truck.
Good Grief! The dreaded DT vehicle curse has struck Jason squarely in the face! 😉
Sorry you had to go through that!
Hopefully David will get the alternator wired correctly for you.
With a brick.
As much as I like what’s happening so far with the site, to this point it’s more Bill and Ted’s Rustellentadventure than an auto utopia. The content has been way too DT and JT centric and while I enjoy their writing (and have for a long time!) I for one am seeing a difficult path to long term success without some divergence and separation from their old home.
That said, I’m pulling for you guys. Constructive criticism is always good.
Counterpoint: That Jalopy site had gotten to the point that DT and JT were the only fun writers I looked forward to reading. So if their site is 75% that writing and 25% other people then I’m all in. I’d say they nailed their target audience.
As someone who has had a dead alternator and a muffler falling off a newly purchased truck I’d say they were spot on.
I think the problems with the site aren’t the writing. It’s the small details that need to be ironed out regarding the commenter/user interface. We need notifications. Once comments get more than two or three deep, it’s almost impossible to follow what’s a reply and what’s not.
These are small, but I hope they are their radar, and I think fixing them will really improve reader interaction.
Frankly, though, I would much rather endure the teething problems with this comment section instead of the Kinja-Hell experience on that “other” site. This is a very minor inconvenience by comparison.
No, no, no, 1000 times no. DT and JT are the magic that make this blog worth reading, and they’re the reason I haven’t been back to that old site since the Autopian launched. There’s hundreds of sites out there where I can read vanilla reviews of the latest supercar or minivan head-to-head comparisons. These guys are something special and I don’t want them to ever change.
I’m fully in support of the topian, but yeah the “My Autistic special interest is Jeeps” content and the “Taillights–LMAO” content is a bit old.
Hire some interns to write. People will do it for free. Exploit your status as owners of capital (server contract, domain name registration, car blog fan loyalty) and grind em up in the content mill.
I bought my 1985 Jeep J10 from a North Carolina farm, and yeah, the transmission was full of water and the carb needed a rebuild, but otherwise it’s been great!
I agree with you. Most farm trucks have been patched up with some homebrew repair. I kind of dig them for it!
Plus, there’s always another farm-truck-in-waiting somewhere and they are essentially free (they are broken, hand-me-down trucks that aren’t worth making roadworthy, so not much cash value) so why waste time taking good care of them? A farm truck is a way of eking the last drops of usefulness out of a mostly used-up vehicle, it’s not like they’re an investment.
“But for every decent farm truck, there’s easily 100 where they patched a C-channel in the frame with a busted Harbor Freight welder and some cheap sheet steel scrap they had laying around.”
If memory serves, this is a letter-perfect description of the Postal Jeep.
Yeah, I was wondering if he had read any of David’s older stories.
I appreciate the context and depth of your post. For the past several years, I’ve worked in the Ag industry as a seed wholesaler/retailer/blender and all the statements you made are true. From the point of liability to the “way it is” with farming. For every fastidious, “do it right or not at all” type of farmer, there’s several more that can’t plan out their day, much less their plantings for the season.
Thanks for the good takes and commentary content.
Those inline 6 are pretty good, but for the love of Mike, they are not high speed / low drag. Keep the RPMs in the low speed power band. There isn’t much more to be gained above 4K. The engines don’t like to rev high, especially for long intervals. Climbing a mountain in a lower gear is acceptable, but pushing north of 4K for prolonged runs will endanger the pistons and related parts. At least they did for the engines from the 1980s. Cracked a few pistons in a few engines. I hear there are upgraded internals that solve the issue, but careful with stock parts.
Those 2wd trucks often come with 2.47, 2.73, or 3.08 gears. Not hard to keep under 2000 rpms at 65.
It’s a 3.08 in this one.
So DT paid for the truck?
How do the rest of us get in on this racket?
Extrapolating from the single data point available, I would say you need to work with him on a janky website for quite a few years then collectively decide to start your own better one. Good luck! 😉
You have to clean his house and yard.
Definitely not worth the risk.
There is a lot to be said for making cars easy to work on. It is so, SO satisfying to open up a hood, say “yup, there it is,” and replace the broken thing with minimal effort.
And a well-organized engine bay is a treat. Everytime I open the hood of my wife’s Sienna, I am actually calmed by how nicely laid out it is. Don’t get me wrong, I am not doing the spark plugs on it — someone with smaller, thinner arms will get that pleasure.
I have done the starter on an SVT Contour. It was the opposite of that. As would be the plugs on my Thunderbird Super Coupe — Ford spec’d dropping the engine for that, but luckily I had documentation that they had been done recently when I bought the car.
Before anybody is allowed to work on engine bay packaging, they should have to work a full year in a typical mechanic’s shop to learn what not to do.
It’s in the name. You have to be a contortionist to work on an SVT contour.
….did you ever actually end up moving the furniture?
I promised him I’d go back for it.
After seeing what you did with this wiring, please do not try to work on the Changli wiring. You are too valuable to the community, and your family, to end up dead or injured by wiring done incorrectly. I am sure there is someone here that is more well versed in electrical wiring that would be willing to lend a hand, for the privilege of hearing one of your VW taillight thesis in person.
As my professor told me a long time ago and I posted on the other article; “There are old electricians and bold electricians, but there are no old, bold, electricians”.
THIS!!! Jason, your Changli wiring is dangerous, and THAT was permanent. Please change your internal tolerancing for wiring. You brain’s Quality Control is failing you.
Congratulations on the new truck! Sounds like you and Otto had quite the adventure getting it home.
Since you have a pickup…can I borrow it to take an old mattress to the dump?
I keep trying to get a group of my friends to create a crappy pickup co-op. We all occasionally need a pickup, but none of us wants to own a pickup. 3 or 4 of us go in on one, find or rent someplace to store it, and come up with some sort of online sign-up sheet to divvy out the weekends for when someone needs it.
I tried to do this in my old neighborhood before I moved. There were about 6 houses there that were all somewhat in touch with each other, all had guys/gals who would occasionally do DIY or landscaping or something. I tried to get a little co-op going to buy what I call a “$5000 pick-up” and share the purchase costs/registration/upkeep amongst all of us. For one reason or another it never happened, so I bought a used F150, the next gen after the one in this article. I still loaned it to my neighbors sometimes, but they all felt guilty enough to fill the tank up, or some equivalent.
Makes me want to go on a car buying road trip with my kid, Jason.
When I was still probably 14, I remember driving a couple hours with my dad to see an early ’70s Monte Carlo that would potentially become my first car. The seller assured us it was in fine shape and would be worth the trip. We went on a weeknight after school/work. The car turned out to be none of the things the guy promised and we went home empty-handed and dejected, but stopped for some junk food and had great conversation the whole way. It was great bonding and I remember it fondly 30+ years later.
I hope I get to share that kind of moment with my son, he’s almost 2 so I have a while to wait but he loves anything with wheels!