Time for another truck, doncha think? This beauty was mouldering in the grass beside a riding arena in Taos New Mexico when I was there a few years ago. It has a rakish, devil-may-care attitude, with it’s lights on tilt, horns over one eyebrow, and it’s gnarly big tires. Why don’t they make trucks like they used to?
I don’t know what’s prettier. Me or this truck.