72 Ford F100 customizations by Dalton Sexton

[daltonsexton]

And am rebuilding the entire brake system...

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[PenguinLTZ]

Right on. The first truck I ever drove was the old man's 72 F100 shorty, they hold a special place in my heart. Keep up the good work

 

[Bigredmariner]

Right on. The first truck I ever drove was the old man's 72 F100 shorty, they hold a special place in my heart. Keep up the good work

Similar story here but a '67 F200 which had been my grandfathers truck, then my dad then me for a short period of time until I bought a Chevy.

Love me some bump side Fords.

 

[daltonsexton]

My mother bought a 68 F100 for my dad in 72. I was born in 73. 90% of my memories of my late father were made in that truck. Dad was rough with it but it persisted. He swapped parts from every year of the model to suit his preferences. I call it my Johnny Cash truck. (one piece at a time) I remember him pulling the cab so he could drop it on a long bed body. It once had a 428 and dad put chains around the motor mounts because he kept popping them with the torque of the T18 4 in the floor transmission. It now has a 360 engine that I converted to electronic ignition from a 78 thunderbird. It has 31 x 12 x 15 tires and enough helper springs in the back that dad was able to carry a truckload of brake drums. It is now tagged as a 72 because he had to replace the door. It has a fabricated heavy steel bull bar on the front and is covered with lights. It reminds me of an 18 wheeler in some ways. When I was 20, my dad told me it would be mine one day. For the next 10 years I would occasionally ask when he would give me my truck. His answer was always "you're not ready yet". One day when I was 30 years old. we were sitting on the front porch and I gazed off at the truck and mumbled that I would never sell that truck. "what did you say boy?" he said. I repeated myself then looked back at the truck. He almost hit me in the head with the keys as he said "i've waited ten years to hear you say that!" There you have it. That's the story of my favorite posession in the world.

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[daltonsexton]

The first is my son about 12 years ago in my truck.

The second is me at about 5 years old. Yep! Same truck!


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[PenguinLTZ]

My mother bought a 68 F100 for my dad in 72. I was born in 73. 90% of my memories of my late father were made in that truck. Dad was rough with it but it persisted. He swapped parts from every year of the model to suit his preferences. I call it my Johnny Cash truck. (one piece at a time) I remember him pulling the cab so he could drop it on a long bed body. It once had a 428 and dad put chains around the motor mounts because he kept popping them with the torque of the T18 4 in the floor transmission. It now has a 360 engine that I converted to electronic ignition from a 78 thunderbird. It has 31 x 12 x 15 tires and enough helper springs in the back that dad was able to carry a truckload of brake drums. It is now tagged as a 72 because he had to replace the door. It has a fabricated heavy steel bull bar on the front and is covered with lights. It reminds me of an 18 wheeler in some ways. When I was 20, my dad told me it would be mine one day. For the next 10 years I would occasionally ask when he would give me my truck. His answer was always "you're not ready yet". One day when I was 30 years old. we were sitting on the front porch and I gazed off at the truck and mumbled that I would never sell that truck. "what did you say boy?" he said. I repeated myself then looked back at the truck. He almost hit me in the head with the keys as he said "i've waited ten years to hear you say that!" There you have it. That's the story of my favorite posession in the world.

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Ours was 3 on the tree, with a straight 6. We put 250,000 miles on that 6. You could turn the engine over with the fan blade, it was so worn out, but always starr\ted and burned a quart of oil per day. We transplanted a 351M into it when I was 19.

The old man died when I was 30, and living in Alaska, and before I could fly home, one of his rotten kids from his first marriage flew in and got my mom to sign over the title to him. I was so damned mad.

 

[thesman727]

My 95 has a i6 with a 5speed. Got 250000 on it. Only thing that's been replaced is the rear end

Insert tab A into slot B and........pound it with a hammer!

 

[Shaggy]

The first is my son about 12 years ago in my truck.

The second is me at about 5 years old. Yep! Same truck!


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That is awesome. Keeping it in the family. I like it!!

 

[daltonsexton]

My mother bought a 68 F100 for my dad in 72. I was born in 73. 90% of my memories of my late father were made in that truck. Dad was rough with it but it persisted. He swapped parts from every year of the model to suit his preferences. I call it my Johnny Cash truck. (one piece at a time) I remember him pulling the cab so he could drop it on a long bed body. It once had a 428 and dad put chains around the motor mounts because he kept popping them with the torque of the T18 4 in the floor transmission. It now has a 360 engine that I converted to electronic ignition from a 78 thunderbird. It has 31 x 12 x 15 tires and enough helper springs in the back that dad was able to carry a truckload of brake drums. It is now tagged as a 72 because he had to replace the door. It has a fabricated heavy steel bull bar on the front and is covered with lights. It reminds me of an 18 wheeler in some ways. When I was 20, my dad told me it would be mine one day. For the next 10 years I would occasionally ask when he would give me my truck. His answer was always "you're not ready yet". One day when I was 30 years old. we were sitting on the front porch and I gazed off at the truck and mumbled that I would never sell that truck. "what did you say boy?" he said. I repeated myself then looked back at the truck. He almost hit me in the head with the keys as he said "i've waited ten years to hear you say that!" There you have it. That's the story of my favorite posession in the world.

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Ours was 3 on the tree, with a straight 6. We put 250,000 miles on that 6. You could turn the engine over with the fan blade, it was so worn out, but always starr\ted and burned a quart of oil per day. We transplanted a 351M into it when I was 19.

The old man died when I was 30, and living in Alaska, and before I could fly home, one of his rotten kids from his first marriage flew in and got my mom to sign over the title to him. I was so damned mad.

I can relate, his wife, who seemed so kind, turned wicked witch as soon as he passed so I can't even walk around the old 6 acres and reminisce. I guess Dad suspected and that's why he gave out most items before he passed. That property has all my memories.

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[daltonsexton]

I got EXACTLY what I wanted!

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