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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Warrior Poet" data-source="post: 2306577" data-attributes="member: 1057">1978 Chevy Cheyenne two-door, in a lovely pale yellow/white two-tone, carefully accented with tasteful sections of rust along the rear panels and on the hardtop.  Interior of vinyl-trimmed faux-burberry-style tan plaid that really hid spilled food stains quite well.  Automatic transmission, and it ran on regular gas (those of you born after 1986 or so may not remember when gasoline had lead in it).  The casette deck (stylin! for '78) ate my copy of Back in Black (damnit!), and after two weeks, the starter died.  By the end of its life, it had major transmission problems that would have cost more to repair than the value of the vehicle itself, so it was consigned to someone who wanted it for spare parts.But in life, it was awesome.  Towered over the other cars on the road, back when NOT a lot of people owned SUVs (I always called it a truck, and to this day I still refer to SUVs as trucks).  Four wheel drive with a seriously stiff suspension but handled the desert off-road no problem, as well as the snowy mountains.  It was a behemoth, and had bitchin' acceleration for a vehicle its size (the engine was a 350), but man, did it just decimate me at the pumps: 20-gallon tank.  'Course, I shouldn't complain, 'cause gas was less than $1 then.Good memories of that ol' hunk-a-junk.  The ultimate weekend warrior vehicle, and it was feared in the parking lots, 'cause who was gonna tangle with it?  It was huge, and couldn't have looked any worse!  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> Warrior Poet</blockquote>

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