No, it’s not a De Loren.
Sherman, set the wayback machine for 1977.
As I mentioned in the other thread, my FIL died last week. He owned a 1977 GMC pickup just like this one. My MIL gave it to us.
1977 all original. Faded red and white paint. Red vinyl bench set ( in perfect condition) Original AM radio. Interior overall is very good, with just the tops of the plastic door panels showing any wear.
White camper shell, white wagon wheels and Yosemite Sam mud flaps.
This thing just screams 1977.
Under the hood is 454 cubic inches of good Detroit iron that will pass anything on the road except a gas station. Ten miles per gallon. Uphill, downhill, pretty much does not matter. It also has the aerodynamics of a barn.
Before I brought it back from Oregon, I did some work to it. I replaced the original radiator hoses, :eek: put new belts and an air filter on it. The rest was good to go.
Oh did I mention it only has 53,000 original miles?
This will make my runs to Home Depot for lumber a hell of a lot easier, as a full 4X8 sheet of plywood will fit in the bed flat.
No, it’s not a De Loren.
A workmate of mine bought a 1972 (I think) Ford F100 truck in about 1999 or 2000. The thing was absolutely mint condition. I rode in it once, and it was absolutely exquisite.
He was playing golf one day, and a guy came up and asked him if that was his truck. He replied it was. The guy said he recognised it because of its unusual paint job, and the guy said, “I was a car dealer in the 70s. I sold that truck new.” He was nearly in tears to see it again, still looking so good.
My father had a 1977 Chevy Silverado. Looked a lot like that truck only it was white. He bought it used in 1979 (around the time my sister was born) and owned it for over 20 years. Had two gas tanks. We had a lot of good Montana memories in that truck, especially of camping. When we moved to Minnesota, it sat in semi-retirement. I used to drive it in the summer when I was home from college in the mid '90’s. I’d drive it to the park-and-ride and then take the bus to work in order to save on gas.
One day, I was driving it and the speedometer suddenly dropped to zero while the truck was still moving normally. Scared me a little, but it turns out that some little part in the speedometer that normally has square corners got rounded off over time, and my dad had replaced that part several times. Until he got the part and fixed it, I had to follow people while carefully matching their speed and hope that they were going close to the speed limit.
Dad had a saddle blanket seat cover custom-made for it very shortly after we got it. I don’t think the original seat was vinyl, but maybe it was.
When I was in high school, we had a neighbor who was a year younger than me who asked my dad every chance he got if he would sell it. He had long moved away when Dad finally decided it was time to trade it in–for a new Silverado.
Amazing that a set of radiator hoses could last 30 years.
A buddy of mine had one of these. It really perked up with the addition of a set of headers, and the gas mileage increased dramatically, perhaps going as high as 11.4 mpg.
That’s beautiful. You’re a lucky guy. I think all new trucks look like dogshit, and long for the days of good old straight-line body designs and rugged front ends, instead of the curved jellybean styles that are taking over now.
Rick that’s a beauty! Seventy-Seven was a very good year for trucks. Nice motor too. You can tow a house with that thing. I have been driving a pick-up for about seven years now and don’t think I could go back to owning just a car. It is more handy and versatile than I ever knew before. I know you will take care of the old girl.
There’s no substitute for cubic inches.
I hope you have plenty of oil, also. I can’t remember what year it was that they figured out the oil returns were too small on the 454 and made them bigger, which fixed the 454’s oil burning problem.
My first truck was a '74 3/4 ton with a 350 and and extemely low rear end ratio. In first gear, you couldn’t even make the speedometer move off of the peg. It would pull anything, though. I remember how proud I was when I pulled a trailer with 7 or 8 cows up one of the longer hills around home without down shifting.
That truck in a white on white is the exact one our good neighbor friends inherited when her father passed. Like yours, it’s not their everyday driver but is always there waiting patiently for those occasional moments when it’s suddenly indispensable. Hella truck, that.