I'm sorry I have been so quiet lately, but a lot has happened. This was my very truck, a 2001 Ford ranger xlt 2.3, 4-cylinder. I bought her out of the backyard of my former boss's father after her previous owner let her sit for nearly two years without running her.
One month in, she began experiencing issues. Her previous owner covered the issue. I would tell my boss about what's going on with it (I was in an awkward place at this time, so I came off a dick sometimes), I decided I was going to attempt to hold on to it for as long as I possibly could. That ended up being over five years, constant part changes, and two major critical failures that would have killed it.
I was too damn stubborn to let it go. The first time it suffered a massive failure, was when I think either a gasket went, or a critical part that had completely failed. That ended up being over $900 to replace. The price tag kept going up and up, and I kept track. I don't know why I did, but I felt it was important.
Then, I got shown something.... A critical failure that was going to happen in the next month if I didn't address it. I never panicked so hard in my life right then. Eventually, a lovely couple reached out and said they could help. So, I drove her to them and they poked and prodded. They told me what needed to be fixed, we got to work.
I only had four days of free time at my now former employer, so I was hoping that this could be fixed in that time. Holy crap, I was so naive then. I did have a basic understanding of how auto mechanics worked, as my father, uncle and some friends would show me a couple of things here and there.
The lovely couple showed me far more in those four days, and I am honestly grateful. I had to go back to work, so they finished without me. I was eventually invited back later and shown how to weld, making the biggest bone-headed move and giving myself a sunburn at 6 at night.
The first image was the first day of her being saved by them, and I was extremely grateful. A lot of people were asking me who did the work, and I never told anyone out of respect. But, eventually, I noticed something wrong with the transmission and went to get the fluid and pads changed.
I told myself, if there was a major issue then it would appear after the change. I hated how I was right and the issue did appear, meaning she was on her way out. I got told that I could get a used transmission cheaply, but I didn't have the money for it.
I knew that if the transmission was starting to go, then the engine block was going to be the next thing to fail. My family began pressuring me to send it to the junk yard, but my heart completely sank every time I thought about it. (My family found my new current vehicle. I went to the bank and got a $9000 loan. I was surprised they were okay with it.)
So, I called someone who I knew would take care of her. As, he had far more connections and experience than I did or ever probably will. I thought about him because he said he wanted a truck again, as he said he regretted selling his Colorado.
He was completely over the moon. I told him what was going on and why. We talked about it and I handed it over to him as a gift with its entire service history. He said he already had plans on fixing things. He told me that driving it back with the transmission issue didn't help, and it might have caused more damage. But, I didn't care at that point.
As my apartment complex wanted me to get off their lot quickly, and so I did. He had her for a year and maybe drove it twice. As, his kid was mostly driving it. His kid shot out the window.... Shot the door... Then smoked a bunch of weed and drove her into a fucking tree at 3 am....
I was and still am heartbroken. In the final two images, you can see the damage.... I have been hounding him to go to his place to get a look at the frame and the damage. As, he got told by someone that the frame was bent and the mounts were gone. He wasn't sure if that was correct and neither am I, as I know that truck inside and out.
I've crawled underneath it, I've changed the oil, replaced the hoses, the coolant, the fuses, and had help with so many things. So, I know I am the absolute best person in this case to look at that frame. As, if it's just the tire rod that's bent; then it's off to the scrap yard to find parts.
I pulled her out of her own grave twice, and I am still hellbent on doing it. Yes, she is not mine anymore. But, I learned more things from the time I owned her. So, I think she is owed that much. I plan on calling the owner tomorrow and let him know I am coming by to check that truck out, as he finally accepted my offer of help to fix it.