It was my father-in-law's, you know, the Cowboy. I bought it from my mother-in-law after he passed because it was the only way I could get her proud Western ethics to accept enough cash from me to get her forpin' driveway paved so she wouldn't fall on it in the snow and break her hip. I gave her about 3 times what it was worth, but there was no other way she'd take money from me. It's so butt-ugly that we refer to it only half-affectionately as "The FrankenFord", but it has more than paid it's way ferrying supplies and other stuff for the house in Idaho.
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