Decent trucks for the time but I HATED driving or riding in that bodystyle of truck. I've been over 6' from 8th grade and I am a wide body apple chested individual at 239, and 47 years of age. Any time I was in one because of the taper of the roof and way the cab pinches in, the side of my head was always bouncing off of the door side headliner.
Always had to scrunch down like a closeted fag in the passenger seat of a miata.
Had an associate back in the day when stationed in Hawaii, since we were .mil we could petition the State and Air Force for camping permits up by the radar instalation on the north shore. We went in dry and dusty and left wet and muddy.
We spent about half a day screwing around on the trails on the way to to the camp site hidden up there.[img]/images/smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif[/img I think it was just an overnight trip. I think there were maybe 3 or four "couples" that went. Anyways we got tired of being covered in dust and the beer wasn't getting any colder. So we bedded down for the night.
Next day we head out mid morning and about 15 minutes into our ordeal heaven opens up. Immediately slow and low on red clay. There was a nice little climb about 20 minutes away, we get there and we kinda figured out having everybody in the box was just a disaster waiting to happen. We spread out and send one vehicle up at a time. I''m the anchor in my YJ and this guy in a 2WD Mazda 4500 or similar chickens out. Talks to his girlfriend and she approaches me. Says so and so is lacking in confidence and would like me to take charge and top the hill.
I trying to build up his confidence and self reliance, try to talk him into doing the needful. He takes a pass. So like any old Duke boy, I sadled up and let her rip! I didn't have traction, but I did have momentum, and I swear to God, I thought tires screeching on dirt was Hollywood bullshit until I experienced it. I was all smiles passing them on the downhill to pick up my heap.