Buddy Holly
Professional Amateur
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2014
- Location
- Mooresville
This first post is long winded, so strap in.
This is the story of Dale, a truck that I should have walked away from, but for some reason couldn’t.
As a few of you know I sold my BMW and have been looking for a truck as a replacement. As much as my heart wanted a dodge, my brain and wallet couldn’t justify a 91-93 w250 so I decided to hunt for a 94-97 powerstroke as they seem to be less affected by the brodozer tax. I love the character of old trucks and couldn’t imagine owning/driving something newer. I can’t own something that is just an appliance. The OBS seemed to strike a good balance between old truck character/simplicity and still have a modern enough drivetrain to be able to haul and tow, yet not be too loud or uncomfortable.
I responded to at least a dozen ads, only to be beat out by someone else, sometimes only missing a truck by minutes. I kept looking and ultimately found what looked like a super clean example with high mileage, well under my budget.
I called the seller and we hit it off immediately. He bought the truck new in 1997 and used it to haul his enclosed trailer to go kart races for his kids. It seemed well loved, but very well maintained. Recent valve job, trans rebuild, and torque converter. The owner was a machinist and engine builder for Richard Childress Racing before retiring and did most of the work himself.
After showing up i noticed what I expected. A little more rust than could be seen in the pictures but nothing bad, a very happy and solid engine, and dirty but nice interior that was in great shape for having a ton of miles.
I test drive the truck and break it almost immediately. The trans went into limp mode and was having issues shifting. The trans had low miles on a rebuild and new torque converter, so I banked on the fact that the issue was electrical and could be fixed easily. I lowballed the seller big time, and he ended up taking my offer.
Fast forward to 10pm Tuesday, 4 hours after I bought the truck. I’m sitting in a puddle of diesel at a gas station, knot on my head from hitting it on the tailpipe, cursing myself. In 58 miles the truck had gone into neutral 6 times randomly, a fuel leak developed on the engine, and I found out the rear diesel tank had a rust hole in it the hard way by filling it full and having it puke at least 3 gallons of fuel onto the ground at a gas station in Burlington.
Somehow we limp the truck home, a trail of diesel and smoke behind us. What should have been a 2 hour drive took 5 hours. I’m tired, covered in diesel, possibly concussed, and infuriated beyond imagining. Maybe it’s masochism or just plain stupidity, but I still loved the truck.
Here’s a video from right after I pulled in the driveway, tired yet relieved to be home and safe finally.
So here he is in all his glory. May I introduce to you Dale, the truck I REALLY shouldn’t have bought.
Dale is a ‘97 F250 HD with the 7.3 powerstroke and E4OD autotragic transmission. His original owner put all 379k miles on him before passing the torch onto my dumb ass. My friends named him because of the black and silver paint scheme from Earnhardt Sr’s cars, and the fact that the alliteration “Dale doused me in diesel” was pretty funny.
From the second I saw the ad I was drawn to this truck over all the others I had been looking at. I still don’t know why, but this one spoke to me. Sometimes ya gotta trust the gut, although I’m currently thinking that was a bad decision
This brings us up to Tuesday night when I bought the truck, next post will be all the shit I’ve been working on in the past two days to make Dale safe and roadworthy. Stay tuned.
This is the story of Dale, a truck that I should have walked away from, but for some reason couldn’t.
As a few of you know I sold my BMW and have been looking for a truck as a replacement. As much as my heart wanted a dodge, my brain and wallet couldn’t justify a 91-93 w250 so I decided to hunt for a 94-97 powerstroke as they seem to be less affected by the brodozer tax. I love the character of old trucks and couldn’t imagine owning/driving something newer. I can’t own something that is just an appliance. The OBS seemed to strike a good balance between old truck character/simplicity and still have a modern enough drivetrain to be able to haul and tow, yet not be too loud or uncomfortable.
I responded to at least a dozen ads, only to be beat out by someone else, sometimes only missing a truck by minutes. I kept looking and ultimately found what looked like a super clean example with high mileage, well under my budget.
I called the seller and we hit it off immediately. He bought the truck new in 1997 and used it to haul his enclosed trailer to go kart races for his kids. It seemed well loved, but very well maintained. Recent valve job, trans rebuild, and torque converter. The owner was a machinist and engine builder for Richard Childress Racing before retiring and did most of the work himself.
After showing up i noticed what I expected. A little more rust than could be seen in the pictures but nothing bad, a very happy and solid engine, and dirty but nice interior that was in great shape for having a ton of miles.
I test drive the truck and break it almost immediately. The trans went into limp mode and was having issues shifting. The trans had low miles on a rebuild and new torque converter, so I banked on the fact that the issue was electrical and could be fixed easily. I lowballed the seller big time, and he ended up taking my offer.
Fast forward to 10pm Tuesday, 4 hours after I bought the truck. I’m sitting in a puddle of diesel at a gas station, knot on my head from hitting it on the tailpipe, cursing myself. In 58 miles the truck had gone into neutral 6 times randomly, a fuel leak developed on the engine, and I found out the rear diesel tank had a rust hole in it the hard way by filling it full and having it puke at least 3 gallons of fuel onto the ground at a gas station in Burlington.
Somehow we limp the truck home, a trail of diesel and smoke behind us. What should have been a 2 hour drive took 5 hours. I’m tired, covered in diesel, possibly concussed, and infuriated beyond imagining. Maybe it’s masochism or just plain stupidity, but I still loved the truck.
Here’s a video from right after I pulled in the driveway, tired yet relieved to be home and safe finally.
So here he is in all his glory. May I introduce to you Dale, the truck I REALLY shouldn’t have bought.
Dale is a ‘97 F250 HD with the 7.3 powerstroke and E4OD autotragic transmission. His original owner put all 379k miles on him before passing the torch onto my dumb ass. My friends named him because of the black and silver paint scheme from Earnhardt Sr’s cars, and the fact that the alliteration “Dale doused me in diesel” was pretty funny.
From the second I saw the ad I was drawn to this truck over all the others I had been looking at. I still don’t know why, but this one spoke to me. Sometimes ya gotta trust the gut, although I’m currently thinking that was a bad decision
This brings us up to Tuesday night when I bought the truck, next post will be all the shit I’ve been working on in the past two days to make Dale safe and roadworthy. Stay tuned.