Patience Pays Off

I grew up in Ford trucks. My dad bought a brand new 2001 F250 Super Duty near the end of the model year, when I was around nine years old. From the moment I heard that 7.3l diesel turn over for the first time, I knew that was the only vehicle I'd ever be able to drive. Fast foreward to 2011, and I'd been driving dad's truck back and forth to school (and into the wild Arizona desert, but that's another story), waiting till i could find my own diesel. I stalked all the classifieds, searching and searching for my 'perfect truck'. A few times I almost broke down and bought a Ram, or a gas Silverado, or even *gasp* a Tundra. But I held on, dreaming that I'd find a beautiful, cared-for, working truck that had been loved like I would love it, among the mountains of abused trucks. Finally in late April of 2011, after a few years of searching, my prayers were answered. I found an ad online in a little ranching town far north from my own, for a 1997 F250 7.3L 4x4. Even better than the fact it'd been taken care of was the fact that it had been loved. The original owner owned a diesel performance shop, and had put in nearly every modification you can do. The price was higher than I thought I wanted to pay, but when i got up there...totally worth it. A week later, the title changed hands, and I took possession of the greatest truck on Earth. It may have 235,000 on the odo, but it handles like it rolled off the line yesterday. I constanty get compliments on it, no matter if I'm out in the desert, on the street, or on a farm. We've already had a few wild adventures together, and i know we'll have many, many more. This truck has become a huge part of my life, so much so that the love and care it's original owner put into it has inspired me to persue my associates degree in diesel technology. So that hopefully one day, I can make someone as happy with their truck as i am with mine.