You may have seen me write about a car-geek friend of mine, Sarah. Sarah is the person who accompanies me to most car shows. For the past 8 years I have gone to Lime Rock's Vintage Fall Festival with her. On the ride there we talk about what cars we hope to see. On the ride home we argue about what cars were the coolest. (Me: "Are you kidding me? That old Fiat station wagon was much cooler than the Porsche 911." Her: "You're an idiot.")
Sarah is a loyal Audi A4 owner, who maintains her car by the book. When something needs to be done, she has it done right away. Usually at the dealership, and always with genuine Audi parts. It is immaculate. You can eat off the seats of her car. Rain doesn't just bead up when it falls on her car, it seems to pause and admire the car before it hits it.
I'm not quite that way about my cars. You can sometimes eat off the seats of my car too, but that's because I've been known to spill food on them. To me, a rainstorm is a free carwash. ;-)
I often wondered how she got that way. Now I know. She learned it from her dad.
I never met her dad. He passed away four years ago. I heard a lot about him, though. He was a Marine. He was a special-ed teacher, who was loved by his students and their parents. He was an artist who painted and drew. He was an incredible woodworker. Towards the end of his life, he created brilliant sculptures with rebar, a forge, an anvil and a MIG welder. And, except for not teaching her to appreciate old, rusty, French, English or Italian cars, he did a pretty good job at raising Sarah.
When Sarah's dad passed away, she and her mom decided to keep his truck. It was his pride and joy. For the most part, it stayed locked in the garage of Sarah's mom house. Every now and then Sarah would use it to pick up something for her house, or help a friend move something, Sarah, being Sarah, made sure she or her mom took it in for regular service. Earlier this year, Sarah's mom took it to the Ford dealer for service and was told it would need exhaust work soon. The old exhaust would most likely still be fine, but she had it replaced that week.
A few months ago, Sarah's mom decided it was time to sell her house and move into someplace a little smaller. She found a very nice condo near Sarah and not too far from where she lives now. It was the perfect place, except for one thing; it has just a one car garage. The decision was made to sell the truck.
Sarah called me a couple of weeks ago and asked if I would help her and her mom sell the truck. Of course I would. Sarah told me that her mom had all the records for the truck, going back to when it was new. Did she ever. Everything, including the original window sticker and a book chronicling fill ups and gas mileage filled a cardboard binder. Every report from every state inspection is included. The spare keys and all the original brochures are there. When she said "everything," she meant everything.
This might be the nicest 1999 Ford F250 you will ever find. There is virtually nothing wrong with it. It has just 56,000 well documented miles on it. There is a 4" scratch on the top left of the bed. It was too small to photograph properly. There are a few scratches in the bed floor. They're from a plywood bed Sarah's dad made to prevent bigger scratches. It has a nice vinyl bed cover. The wheels are perfect. The interior looks like new. The V8 has more than enough power. Everything is original and stock, including the radio.
Sarah and her mom are not giving this truck away. You can find cheaper 1999 F250s. I know that. However, if you're looking for one in near-new shape, adult owned, never beaten on and with a well documented history, this one is definitely worth is checking out.
The phone number in the Craigslist ad is my business. Call between 11AM and 6PM EST. You can also contact me through the JaCG email address, or the email address I provided in the Craigslist ad. If you buy it and you live within a few hundred miles of Western Massachusetts, I might even be able to deliver it for gas money, a nice dinner and a train / bus ticket back home. I, along with Sarah and her mom, want to find this truck a good home. (Share this post of you're not interested, but think you know someone who is.)
Located in Springfield, MA, click here to see the Craigslist ad.