Bo WagnerOur family has always practiced the time-honored principle of living below our means. This practice, however, often results in interesting situations.
A year ago, we decided to purchase a second vehicle, a truck. So for a month I scoured Craigslist listings from several states looking for just the right opportunity. I finally found what seemed to be the perfect truck for our situation. It was about six hours from home, a 1997 Ford F250.
Please, you Chevy truck folks, stay with me. Don’t flip over to the comics section out of anger at my choice in trucks. I will use small words so as not to trip you up (I am teasing, Bow Tie Truck friends. I love you all and will gladly come to your aid when you are walking down the highway).
Anyway, we drove to get the truck and drove away with it for a steal of a price, $1,700. Yes, it had over 300,000 miles on it, but mechanically it was very sound.
We have driven the truck for a year now and have had only two minor repairs to the mechanical aspects of the truck. We have, however, had some other interesting things to deal with, as would be expected with such a senior citizen of a vehicle.