kickinwing
+1y
For me it all started with an 87 b2200, that I had bought from a fellow student at my high school. It was rough to say the least, the Nebraska winters had just torn this poor truck to pieces. It had rust holes through the bed and one through the passenger door, the thing ran like a top though. I remember my parents wanting me to no buy it but I didn't car, I wanted it to badly. I don't regret it what so ever either, I learned so much about cars working on that thing. Unfortunately after owning that truck for about a year I was driving in some rough weather with bald tires and lost control of the truck. I jumped a median crossed two lanes of on coming traffic and stopped on top of a tree. I was heartbroken, I had put my blood and sweat into that truck, and the day before that crash a new gas tank. Well after a few months of looking around for a new vehicle I ran across a 92 b2200 it was static dropped 3 inches with a phantom grill... It was perfect, it was exactly the direction I wanted to go with my old truck. After begging my parents for probably close to a month, I set up a meeting with the owner who just so happened to also be a member of the b scene. When I saw it in person for the first time I knew I had to have it, and I finally convinced my parents to help me out and loan me the money. Long story short, I still have that truck today, and it has certainly seen some better days. It is no longer lowered and it has some beefier tires on it, and it also technically belongs to my dad because I have since gotten an 83 rx7 and a 2005 scion xb. But in my mind that truck will always be mine, it is my baby and it has never let me down and I know it never will, even when stuff is going out, it always seems that old truck gives me some sort of warning before it does. God I love that truck