1995 F350 4x4 crew cab long bed with 7.3L Powerstroke Turbo Diesel. S&B cold air intake, MBRP 4' Exhaust, spray in bedliner, undercoating, new stereo and speakers. AC, cruise control, power windows/locks. sliding rear window, Ranch hand front end replacement and tool box. heavy duty rear bumper with receiver. 220,000 miles.*
Let's get real... this truck is American, if you're worried about gas milage, go buy a prius and stop thinking you have enough gusto to buy a truck. This monster will sprout chest hair, give you a mustache that Tom Selleck would be jealous of, haul 43 kegs in the 8 foot bed of American steel, take 5 of your best bros to the top of Everest and tow the Western hemisphere. It screams 'MERICA when you stomp on the peddle. It will make women want you and men fear you. The front end replacement comes in handy for pushing away the mobs of women that will constantly be swarming you when you rumble into a parking lot. The tinted windows help keep you mysterious from all the paparazzi that will be trying to figure out what badass could possibly be driving such an image of mechanical perfection and the dual fuel tanks keep you rollin coal for over 450 miles.*
Are you wondering if it has heated seats, dual climate control, navigation system, rear view camera, or leather seats??? The answer is a resounding NO! why? because this truck is meant for a man (or a badass woman). I used to want those things then I realized I'm not mentally weak and don't need a camera to tell me how close I am to a wall, I have an eye. I don't need a navigation screen to tell me how to get somewhere because I'm a man and don't need directions, I make them. I don't need heated seats... did Rocky Balboa need heated logs when he was preparing to fight the Sputnik version of Johnny Bravo? No, because he was a man... and an American. I don't need dual zone climate control because there is only one temperature worth setting: America's temperature. If you don't know what that is, you are a communist. I will allow you to use the AC only to keep that hot date cool because once she (potentially he... no judgment) steps inside, they'll melt and instantly ask to get married and start breeding your Captain America-esque children. You know the one, that person you've been asking out forever, the one who keeps saying no because your current car is small, soft, weak, and lacking in cubic inches? They will finally agree to see you now that you're a man (or badass woman). I also don't need leather seats because at the speeds you'll be hitting, you're going to want that classic cloth to keep the longitudinal G's from hurling you into the back seat.
If you're serious about this truck and you think you have what it takes to reign in the bridle on this wild beast, bring $9700 American Dollars (OBO), some mental fortitude and a locket of Sasquatch's hair with you and I'll consider letting you take White Lightning for a ride.