Mornin' Y'all.
I been busy over the weekend... sort of.
Yesterday, I got up at around 8, came out and ate my Froot Loops, then flicked on Emergency. John looks like my pops when he was 25, just he had a mustache.
Still no idea what's wrong with the truck. I tried to get it to run yesterday, so I could take it to work, but it would only crank.
Though the truck has been named... (Disclaimer: This name was chosen by a third-party female, and in no way reflects the thoughts or opinions of the author.)
it has been dubbed "Cute Truck."
the reasoning behind this is, it's the smallest truck that we have, and externally smaller than her father's truck. (we have the '77 Chevy, and '62 Stude. they have an '86(?) Toyota, with really large tires.) Internally, her dad is putting along with a little 4-cylinder Japanese something-or-other, and I'm runnin' with a 4.0L V6.
Still, it's shorter than the other.
--TK