In a bout of bad judgement, I allowed my 18 year-old to get a truck. In addition to his car. And his other car. And I didn't just allow it, I facilitated it. I got up at 4:30 yesterday morning to drive him and hour and a half to look at it. Condition and price matched well enough, it ran, drove and stopped fine, the seller seemed honest, and he even offered to drive it here today. Which he did.
With the deal complete and the seller on his way home. the boy jumped in his new truck and.... silence. So, it's a FODD: Found on Driveway Dead.
What kind of FODD is it? It's a '91 F250 Supercab. Dually conversion when new, per door sticker. Diesel (non-turbo). 5-speed. 2wd. 230 K. Just what every 18 year-old with two other cars needs. Completely dead but also probably completely original paint. Pretty darn straight. Completely intact XLT Lariat interior in pretty decent shape under a heavy layer of dirt, grime, and dog hair. Original radio that works. A/C blows cool. Front tires are scary. Some sketchy wiring under the dash. One pretty bad cab corner but no other visible rust. He's the third owner.
I have some tree removers coming tomorrow and the FODD was in the way. So, humiliation #1 was to tow the FODD to the other side of the yard with my GMT 400 half ton. We talked about basic starting system diagnosis. I had him start by cleaning all the battery terminals. Started right up.
Extremely crappy, high-zoom stealth photo below. Note the t-shirt. More to come, but don't look for daily updates.