Its classic style body happens to be tinier than trucks produced today. The white sides of the truck are lined in rust. A red line between the white extends from the front license plate to truck’s hood and to the top of the cab. We should stress that both the front as well as back license plates appear to be rustier than the vehicle itself, thus making it extremely difficult to distinguish the navy blue embossed letters D0ORD13. On the end of the hood, we see white four evenly-spaced letters, spelling out in all caps FORD.
Four black tires reading COOPER on the side, don’t have any tread left on them. Nevertheless, they keep hauling the truck down the dusty hollow easily. About thirty miles over the speed limit on the gravel encrusted road has eliminated every zigzag indention, which was once drawn into the rubber. Currently bits of tread peel away just like cheese on a cheese-grater. However, such tires won’t be replaced soon, from our point of view. They will keep riding into every etched pot hole, letting the crazy driver soar through the air. Then, the rugged tires surround rusty, white rims without any hole, bar, groove to them just like the rims of a tractor trailer. Besides this, the outer two inches of the rim happen to flatten at the tires, though the center’s raised. Each white chipped rim backs the donut shape of the mounted tire making the wheel. Sturdy and skinny enough, the truck’s suspension bars connect to the wheels elevating the body of the vehicle almost a foot higher above the tires.
Additionally, the bed of the white and red truck is lined in black and it extends approximately six feet. Tiny humps on either side of the bed are formed by the arch of the back wheels. Then, onn rides up dusty mountains, folks sit on top of the semicircles. With the wind rushing through their hair, these folks yell at other drivers and also laugh with others while relaxing in the truck bed. The slightest turn can make hem fall forward or even entirely overboard unless they are capable of holding on.
We should add that parallel cylindrical grooves form wheel wells, covering the bed running from the cab right to the tailgate. As for uncrushed beer cans, they ideally fit within the curves of the wheel wells, thus leading up to a pile at the tailgate. Every beer, ranging from Natural Light to Busch lies around and the sour stench is quite emanating. That’s so weird that the driver has not been pulled over, though, even at that cost, none will ever be thrown out intentionally.
Its classic style body happens to be tinier than trucks produced today. The white sides of the truck are lined in rust. A red line between the white extends from the front license plate to truck’s hood and to the top of the cab.