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being born in texas makes a love of ford f-series trucks practically genetic. for me, despite living the past seven years of my life in metro detroit, i have no more shaken my affinity for the reliable rigs than i have shaken the slight texan accent that comes out when i say words like "tomatah" and "mornin'." that's why this single-owner 1995 ford f-250 xlt caught my eye. it's listed on bring a trailer—which, like car and driver, is part of hearst autos. the truck has the top-of-the-line 7.3-liter power stroke v-8 diesel engine, a four-speed automatic, and four-wheel drive, and it comes with aftermarket 16.5-inch wheels and cd stereo, cruise control, power windows and locks, a trailer hitch, and dual fuel tanks.
the ninth generation of the f-series was produced between 1992 and 1998, and it was the last generation to use the same chassis for all its pickup trucks as well as to retain the square body introduced in 1980. after the dusk of the ninth generation, the f-250 and the f-350 became their own beefier variant of the f-series known as super duty, while the 10th-generation f-series took on a rounder, more fluid look.
that's part of what makes this particular f-250 so enticing. it's in the sweet spot of having the classic ninth-generation look plus the 7.3-liter power stroke engine, factory rated at 210 horsepower and 425 pound-feet of torque. it was a revelation compared to its indirect-injection predecessor, and trucks equipped with it regularly run for mileage nearly twice the circumference of jupiter.
however, those aren't the only reasons this truck called to me. see, generations of my family hail from melvin in west texas, population 247. growing up, i would visit my grandpa, peepaw, there, and he would sit me on his lap and let me drive around his goat pastures in a truck very similar to this one. peepaw's was a 1994 model, painted a rusty red to go with the actual rust adorning the edges of the truck, but it had the same engine and drivetrain as this bat listing.
my dad and uncle affectionately nicknamed the truck "the turd" in honor of its apparent decrepitude compared to the shiny new trucks going down highway 87. but as other pickups came and went, the turd was always there, ready to haul bags of corn to deer feeders or a gaggle of children in the bed to stargaze at the top of the mountain.
when peepaw died a few years back, the turd finally reached the end of its journey, but it still holds a special place in my heart. so much so that i saw this listing and wished i had the money to drop on it and relive some of those days back in melvin. but i don't, but some other person stands to experience the joys of an old truck the way i did. sure, it's got some light wear and tear, but any good truck should look like it's gotten its hands dirty a few times, maybe even enough to get dubbed a turd. bidding on this one closes on thursday, june 23.