The truck was in Wyoming, and we currently live in California. My dad had taken the truck to my grandpa's house to park it in his backyard. With the escalating gas prices, and his fixed income, he could no longer afford to drive it. So the old Ford sat there, buried in snow for two winters. We drove up to Wyoming a month ago to bury dad's ashes in Guernsey, WY. When I found the truck (and camper) she had been sunk almost to the axles in gravel. I put in a new battery and she fired right up. The rear brakes were frozen from sitting so long, so I alternated between Reverse and 1st until she broke free. All I did was fill up the coolant, then I ditched the camper and drove that truck 1100 miles to California, only stopping to refuel.
I have sold off my beloved '92 Taurus SHO (5-speed!) for money to fix this truck. The way I see it, the old Ford has fed two generations of my family, and now it's time for the third. I need to fix a lot of rust damage, and basically get the truck ready for life in the 21st century. Sadly, I have the mechanical aptitude of a 14 year-old with a claw-hammer. So please bear with me.
But enough backstory, here is the truck:
from Texas! 
