This small town girl grew up in a Ford family. From my Dad’s Ford F350 work to my brother’s first sports car (a Ford Probe) to the Ford Aerostar that I learned to drive in, my family has always driven Fords.
It’s been said that you can take the person out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the person. I’m a good example of that, because despite years spent in Taipei and New York City, I don’t just like Fords, I like Ford trucks.
Sure, I have a healthy appreciate for hybrids (they’re environmentally friendly) and performance cars (they’re sexy). I even appreciate the family sedan (I drive one).
The fact remains that nothing (except maybe a Corvette) gets my heart throbbing like a big Ford truck does. This rebuilt Ford Bronco is a perfect example. Look at that engine. Look at that shiny red paint. Look at that big steely grill and those big black tires. Damn, I love a big Ford:
Someday you’ll see this small town girl driving her hybrid to work each day with a big Ford pickup in the driveway for special occasions. Love me or hate me, I can’t try to hide it that I’m a pickup truck-lovin’ small town girl.
This photo was taken at a car show in Festus, Missouri in September 2010. A few more pictures can be found on my flickr page.