An old Ford F150. That is my poor man pick. There are a lot of cars that are cheaper on fuel, easier to park. The Ford F150’s qualities are it’s sturdiness, simplicity, and availability. Craig’s list is just filled with them, the old ones. The straight six gets reasonable gas mileage, and they are tough as tanks.
The straight six model is SIMPLICITY itself. You pop the hood, and realize that the F150 is built like a tractor. That is what it reminds me of, a tractor. The older F150’s seem better yet! I had that 1981. If the Kingpin bushings hadn’t broke, I’d have it still. The carbureted engine seems simple as a lawnmower. This one has EFI.. it’s fancier. Got to keep it going. There are tons of F150’s people are parting out on CraigsList.
The japanese cars are good, but I found the Honda and the Toyota Celica complicated. They had too many electrical connections, too many things that could make the car unstartable.
My old ISUZU Trooper went out, and none of these shops will touch it. The cowards. With my medical conditions, availability of tools, and a place to work on it, I can only do the simplest stuff. With the prices the shops charge, I expect them to be rocket scientists. They are scandalous, and there is a whole, scandalous industry with these shops. So I am selling it for salvage, and scraped together the money for F150..it is a crap shoot. but I think I chose well.
You need a car to survive in America, no if’s, ands, or buts. Unless you are fortunate enough to have a job just right around the corner.
Japanese cars seem complicated, but not the F150. The old ones made in the ’80’s are about as simple as you can get. A box of steel, over a tractor chassis. With the carbureted engine, there is a ton of room, you could almost stand in there with the engine, and still have room to work.
You can make a buck or two hauling couches with them also. That is always good. Old Fred drives around in his $200 Tempo, and will stop at the bus stations, and give people lifts for $5 or so. He’ll spot a person waiting on the bus with a few bags of groceries, and give ’em a lift for a few bucks. Hustlin’ he calls it. I like old Fred. He and Bambi struggle, and struggle, just to keep their noses above the water. To have the rent. To keep the gas turned on. Not to mention the electricity. Many people just let the gas shut off in the summer time.
The whole neighborhood is hustling in this manner. Today Chrissy did my dishes for what I had on me, which was $1.85. Bambi really cleans up good, but I am spoiling her.. but I like her. She came up and cared for me when I got out of the hospital, helpless as a kitten, knocked out and in the Ozone from pain killers. She never ripped me off, which is surprising, and always was grateful for whatever I gave her, even when I had next to nothing to give. I will always remember this woman.
The poor people can get along- sometimes. But sometimes, they drop into a pit, and man, there ain’t no gettin’ out of it. The poor will go to jail again and again, for the most petty crimes. That is because they are slap happy, like these dogs that have been kicked again, and again.