As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
God smiles upon me. I know most of you have no idea of that that is like, especially the non donors who made my life hell, but God is a God of Love, and as I work for Him, I have a purpose, a value, that none of you freeloaders have. You people just want to suck tit and not have to be the children of the 4th Commandment or is it ...............no 5th is about murder, which is how heinous numbers of you are in setting up that little Ashli Babbitt for the lamb to the slaughter, but I put up with horrendous parents so I go that promise going on in that it may be well we thee and thou mayest live long on the earth.
I'm fortunate in God killed off both of my parents. As I said God does things as I work for Him, and He looks out for those He employs.
So this is about God smiling on me. I know you do not have adventures like this, but you can dream of things like this and want to be me, so that you have a pacifier to suckle upon, as God smiles upon me.
So the neighbor who is Car Crusher Guy, CCG, has lots of junk. He also has a heart of gold in he scooped snow out for us a few times this past winter when others were shirking. So I made it up to him as he did not want anything, in a couple of cases of soda.
It all kind of was me not wanting to deliver things as the weather was bad and I was busy, but God directed us on a Sabbath to do the deed. As I pulled in the CCG Yard, there sat a Ford 3/4 ton pickup. Oldster as I like old pick ups.......not too old though, like the 1970's are what I like. They have the round headlights. Ford went to square bulbs in 79.......not my cup of tea.
So no one was around except the dog, so I checked the pick up out. Windows broke out on the side and someone cracked the main windshield. Bummer. Someone also pushed in the side of the pick up. I probably can pull that out if it was mine.
So we did things on Sunday. Baked 3 loaves of bread. Started the Farmall H, a Case skid, picked asparagus, planted garden seeds in the melons, checked out the new super duty floor jack by jacking up the back of the GMC, went for a walk, baked cheese cake, and that was about it. Save for the beer drinking to relax as I drove around which was to Jesus steal some fertilizer on road. Jesus said it is kosher to walk through a field and eat things, so I figure that is other things too. Fertilizer was on the road and I wanted it........but I got to thinking if he was not pleased, then I ruined that neighbor and I needed him yet until the non donors start donating. So as I drove past the bucket of fertilizer which will probably be not ever picked up, I said, "God will reward me for doing good".
So I pulled into CCG's yard, and he was unloading junk cars. As I told TL, I probably was 15 minutes from my pick up ending up the top of the 3 tier line of cars he was stacking.
I asked him how much he wanted for that pick up. He said...."Well, 400 bucks". I said, "I'll take it".
It has no rust and has had some work on it in the front end I could see in it was even more heavy duty. I asked him where it came from and he said the Indian Reservation. No wonder the windows were broke out.
So here is the story, but first, CCG said he would deliver the pick up in a few days. Wow that was nice in I did not have to pull it home.
So here is the story. This pick up is bonafied. No kidding.
What is bonafied?
I will tell you. The story is, this is the pick up that Crazy Horse drove at the Little Big Horn when Indian terrorists massacred the 7th Cavalary and General George Armstrong Custer. Not kidding either, from the rearview mirror is a tied up knot of Custers red brown hair about 8 inches long.
I have not had a chance to go through it, so see what kind of artifacts are involved, but regrettably, Crazy Horse or Silly Pony as I call him, thought so much of this pick up, he never really drove it into shooting range. No he sat it on a little hill and ran down and fought on foot. Otherwise I would have 50 caliber bullet holes on the metal body. I can not make a claim that the windows were shot out at the battle though or it was just Indians shooting at each other.
There are rumors that Sitting Bull or Squatting Buffalo may have blessed this pick up, but there were many Medicine Men around and while it does have the aroma of sweet sage smoke, I simply will not go that far to embellish the story as it should be enough that Crazy Horse drove this pick up at the Little Big Horn..........and yes this was the vehicle he drove the week before in running of General Crook who was supposed to help Custer in a movement out of Nebraska.
Anyway, our F 250 Ranger Lariat is quite rare on it's own. Ford last produced round head lamps in 1978, but the Lariat package was supposed to have square head lamps. The one Crazy Horse had, had round head lamps. I'm thinking, this was one of those 1977 pre 1978 packages people bought in the autumn of the year. This is a rare pick up even if it was driven at the Little Big Horn.
Some people said that is when Custer received his first wound, was when he saw this pick up come over the rise and mounted on Vic, he simply admired this vehicle that it mesmerized him and he forgot to duck when he was shot at.
I know most of you just drive around in your expensive vehicles and never have God smile at you in giving you an Indian terrorist pick up to drive around, which is exceptionally rare in this package. I will have more when it gets delivered as I will see what kind of engine it has. Am hoping it is a 390, but all of the upper 300's Ford turned out were magnificent engines. The old man had a 351 Cleveland and there was nothing that could be done to that engine which would cause it to wear.
Anyway, God smiled at me with an ultra rare pick up, and now it is even more exceptional as it is owned by someone important like the popular girl.
Testimonial: I, Crazy Horse, only drove this pick up to terror events and on Sundays, on virgin prairie grass. I kept it in a buffalo hide tipi next to me at all times. It was parked out on the reservation after my death and now I am pleased it is owned by a White Squaw who will not break the windows out of it in a drunken rampage.
Nuff Said
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