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This is not one of those stories where the car is bought and stanced the next week although I wish to god it was. Sorry now for the crappy and lack of pictures, and excess details on my life. I figured it was needed to get a better understanding of the truck's story.
Here we go;
Somewhere in the midst of 2009 I realized I was putting more money in my first car then it was worth just to keep it running.
It was time to move on to something more reliable and tasteful. But what?
Each car meet I went to filled with hope looking for ideas for my next possible whip.
It wasn’t until weeks later that something caught my eye.
A white bagged s10 with blue octopus tentacles painted all over the sides sat in the parking lot glistening under the street lights. The very moment I saw it I knew something; I had to have a minitruck.
There was only one problem.
I didn’t have enough money to put food in my mouth let alone buy another vehicle.
Sure I was working hard. Working hard at 2 jobs actually and struggling through college.
But my mother was in the middle of her 2nd divorce with my psychopath (literally) bipolar abusive step dad.
He had taken every piece of furniture and dime he could get his hands on leaving my mother, myself, and little brother with our beds, my dog, house, a couple bucks, and some crackers.
On top of that? We were robbed of what little we had left a couple weeks after.
I was handing over all my cash to my mother every week so we could try and stay above water.
So I pushed aside the idea of the minitruck and eventually forgot about it…
February 2010 my inspection failed and would cost thousands of dollars to pass if I even could.
Hopeless, broke, and exhausted I thought my life would never look up.
I was doing terrible in school and the bills began to suffocate us.
But luck began to turn my way when I received a call from my aunt.
She had gotten a new car and wanted to give me her old vehicle to help me out through shitty times.
The vehicle?
A 1998 Toyota Tacoma.
Immediately I junked my car and put the money aside to start saving for parts.
We also started researching tacomas because we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
My mother got a job, I picked up more hours at work and a month later I had enough money saved for some goodies.
Threw on a new grill, clear corners, clear signals, threw on some 4 inch blocks in the rear, and a relocated the front ball joints which put me down 3 inches in the front.
Here we go;
Somewhere in the midst of 2009 I realized I was putting more money in my first car then it was worth just to keep it running.
It was time to move on to something more reliable and tasteful. But what?
Each car meet I went to filled with hope looking for ideas for my next possible whip.
It wasn’t until weeks later that something caught my eye.
A white bagged s10 with blue octopus tentacles painted all over the sides sat in the parking lot glistening under the street lights. The very moment I saw it I knew something; I had to have a minitruck.
There was only one problem.
I didn’t have enough money to put food in my mouth let alone buy another vehicle.
Sure I was working hard. Working hard at 2 jobs actually and struggling through college.
But my mother was in the middle of her 2nd divorce with my psychopath (literally) bipolar abusive step dad.
He had taken every piece of furniture and dime he could get his hands on leaving my mother, myself, and little brother with our beds, my dog, house, a couple bucks, and some crackers.
On top of that? We were robbed of what little we had left a couple weeks after.
I was handing over all my cash to my mother every week so we could try and stay above water.
So I pushed aside the idea of the minitruck and eventually forgot about it…
February 2010 my inspection failed and would cost thousands of dollars to pass if I even could.
Hopeless, broke, and exhausted I thought my life would never look up.
I was doing terrible in school and the bills began to suffocate us.
But luck began to turn my way when I received a call from my aunt.
She had gotten a new car and wanted to give me her old vehicle to help me out through shitty times.
The vehicle?
A 1998 Toyota Tacoma.
Immediately I junked my car and put the money aside to start saving for parts.
We also started researching tacomas because we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
My mother got a job, I picked up more hours at work and a month later I had enough money saved for some goodies.
Threw on a new grill, clear corners, clear signals, threw on some 4 inch blocks in the rear, and a relocated the front ball joints which put me down 3 inches in the front.
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