- Joined
- Apr 22, 2014
- Messages
- 1,029
- Reaction score
- 157
- Points
- 63
- Location
- Ohio
- Vehicle Year
- 1989
- Make / Model
- Ford
- Engine Type
- 2.9 V6
- Engine Size
- 2.9
- Transmission
- Manual
- 2WD / 4WD
- 4WD
- Total Lift
- 3in
- My credo
- Clean your room before you criticise the world.
My first ranger was a 98 2wd 5spd with a 2.5 in it. I used to ride in it as a kid on my grandfathers farm. When I turned 17 I asked him if I could buy it to haul my dirt bikes with and he ended up giving it to me. The shape it was in was sad to say the least.
My Dad and I had to replace everything under the front of it steering, brakes and all.
We also had to put new rear brakes on it because you could actually see through the brake drums. Not to long after that I had to put new rear leaf spring shackles in it because the springs were pushing through the bed. All in total I had to replace the timing belt, radiator, tires, brakes, two clutches, rear, diff cover, alternator, the leaf springs, two clutch master-cylinders, and in the end I had to rebuild the rear half of the frame because the bumper was falling off.
When I was 18 and graduated from high school I drove it to California. Ended up broke down in the Nevada desert due to a snapped timing belt. Where a Nevada highway patrol officer pushed my truck with his crown vic something like 15 miles down the highway to get me out of the desert and into a truck stop so I wouldn't die in the heat.
Overall this truck ment more to me than any friend I ever had it was always there. It became a part of me everywhere I went people knew me by that truck, and they knew its story.
I drove that truck across the country twice it wasn't built with a/c and the heat never really ever worked. what finally killed it was my mom drove it to work one day, and someone pulled out in front of her and totaled it out but It gave its life to keep her safe.
This is the short version of the time I spent in that truck. The countless nights out in my friends back field pulling my friends out of ditches with it. Went sledding behind it countless offroad adventures hauling dirtbikes. you name it and this truck has done it jumped it raced it hit numerous deer. Its safe to say this truck shaped my childhood and id give anything to have it back....
Edit: At one point I had three friends that also had rangers. We cruised everywhere together, we called it the ranger train. Now I have an old 1989 bronco 2 and a 1988 ranger. I have been considering selling my current ranger and keeping my bronco then ill be on the look out for another 98+ ranger. I hope I can find another one that same ugly ass green color..
My Dad and I had to replace everything under the front of it steering, brakes and all.
We also had to put new rear brakes on it because you could actually see through the brake drums. Not to long after that I had to put new rear leaf spring shackles in it because the springs were pushing through the bed. All in total I had to replace the timing belt, radiator, tires, brakes, two clutches, rear, diff cover, alternator, the leaf springs, two clutch master-cylinders, and in the end I had to rebuild the rear half of the frame because the bumper was falling off.
When I was 18 and graduated from high school I drove it to California. Ended up broke down in the Nevada desert due to a snapped timing belt. Where a Nevada highway patrol officer pushed my truck with his crown vic something like 15 miles down the highway to get me out of the desert and into a truck stop so I wouldn't die in the heat.
Overall this truck ment more to me than any friend I ever had it was always there. It became a part of me everywhere I went people knew me by that truck, and they knew its story.
I drove that truck across the country twice it wasn't built with a/c and the heat never really ever worked. what finally killed it was my mom drove it to work one day, and someone pulled out in front of her and totaled it out but It gave its life to keep her safe.
This is the short version of the time I spent in that truck. The countless nights out in my friends back field pulling my friends out of ditches with it. Went sledding behind it countless offroad adventures hauling dirtbikes. you name it and this truck has done it jumped it raced it hit numerous deer. Its safe to say this truck shaped my childhood and id give anything to have it back....
Edit: At one point I had three friends that also had rangers. We cruised everywhere together, we called it the ranger train. Now I have an old 1989 bronco 2 and a 1988 ranger. I have been considering selling my current ranger and keeping my bronco then ill be on the look out for another 98+ ranger. I hope I can find another one that same ugly ass green color..
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