Quetzal
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I got it in my head I wanted a big weird truck to build a house on. I have a couple friends who have m35s and gave me the rundown.
Bad:
1) Loud
2) Slow
3) Smells like diesel
4) Breaks a lot
Good:
1) Runs on whatever
2) Cheap
3) Usually cheap and easy to fix
4) Looks ****ing awesome
I decided the good outweighed the bad, bought this guy for $3500 south of San Diego (where I was living at the time) and brought it home.
I piled all of my belongings into the back, grabbed my puppy and took along my good friend and experienced Driver of Big Old Weird Stuff, Ed.
He taught me to double clutch and how to get going again without rolling backwards if you stall on a hill. He let e drive in the easier areas, and took on the wild city traffic and short highway bursts as needed.
We drove for 4 days on the dirt and byways between southern California and Southern Arizona
Camping out in the open air on my loft bed in the back.
One of my front tires was wearing unevenly and quickly, so we swapped it with one of the rear duals. It hasn't had this issue since, although I swear it looks a little toe-in when I stare at it from the front. . .
Things start getting greener as we near our destination.
At last we have arrived to the place where I grew up.
I mentioned buying the truck to my sister and she laughs. "Don't you remember when we were kids? Dad would talk about driving deuces in the army and how he always dreamed of making one into a go-anywhere camper?" Holy ****, I do remember. I had forgotten and somehow thought I came up with this on my own. Good job planting the seed, dad. So now you are totally going to help me build this right?
Yup.
Bad:
1) Loud
2) Slow
3) Smells like diesel
4) Breaks a lot
Good:
1) Runs on whatever
2) Cheap
3) Usually cheap and easy to fix
4) Looks ****ing awesome
I decided the good outweighed the bad, bought this guy for $3500 south of San Diego (where I was living at the time) and brought it home.
I piled all of my belongings into the back, grabbed my puppy and took along my good friend and experienced Driver of Big Old Weird Stuff, Ed.
He taught me to double clutch and how to get going again without rolling backwards if you stall on a hill. He let e drive in the easier areas, and took on the wild city traffic and short highway bursts as needed.
We drove for 4 days on the dirt and byways between southern California and Southern Arizona
Camping out in the open air on my loft bed in the back.
One of my front tires was wearing unevenly and quickly, so we swapped it with one of the rear duals. It hasn't had this issue since, although I swear it looks a little toe-in when I stare at it from the front. . .
Things start getting greener as we near our destination.
At last we have arrived to the place where I grew up.
I mentioned buying the truck to my sister and she laughs. "Don't you remember when we were kids? Dad would talk about driving deuces in the army and how he always dreamed of making one into a go-anywhere camper?" Holy ****, I do remember. I had forgotten and somehow thought I came up with this on my own. Good job planting the seed, dad. So now you are totally going to help me build this right?
Yup.
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