6” lift, Rancho shocks, 33” tires, black shortbed with chrome light bar. This thing was a beast. Affectionately referred to as Big Foot. This monster got me through high school (and countless lawn jobs). Fortunately, that was back when gasoline was a buck a gallon. Also, both gas tanks leaked, so I had to keep a couple gallons in the bed and go to the gas station every morning on the way to school. No radio. No power windows. No heat. Definitely no AC. I loved the raw simplicity of it. Rust was its ultimate undoing. RIP Big Foot.
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