This reminded me of the time I had some friends that kept bugging me about hauling some sand for them because they wanted to build a sandbox for their kids.
At the time I had a ’61 Ford F-100 Short Wide pickup that was built like an El Camino. They only made them from 61 to 63 and the bed and the cab were all one piece.
I miss that truck to this day. It had a 223 CID Straight Six in it and a four speed with a Granny gear. You could literally get out and walk next to the thing in first gear at idle.
There were some Dredge spoils down at a site next to the Columbia river that they thought would work about four miles away and after them bugging me about it I finally told them to grab some shovels and get in. We get down there, I back up next to a big pile of this shit and tell them to have at it. This guy and his wife start hucking sand in the back of the truck with gusto.
Pretty soon I tell them that is enough. These two kep insisting that there was still plenty of room in the bed and kept wanting more. I kept telling them that the shit was wet and it was way heavier than it looked.
“Oh just a little more” they argued.
I finally told them to stop for Chrissakes, THAT’S ENOUGH!
The back tires were squatting something fierce.
I said if you need more than that we can come back and get it, there is plenty here.
So they throw the shovels in the back, everybody piles in and I start the old beast up.
I put it in first gear and started to let the clutch out and boy howdy, right away I could tell that sucker was heavy.
I revved the engine just a bit and let the clutch out.
Both front tires came clear off the ground and stayed there.
I looked over at them and said, “I TOLD YA!”.
Now get your fucking shovels and start unloading this thing.
The look on the wife’s face was priceless when the front wheels came up so she jumped right out and started shoveling it back out. As soon as the front end came down they wanted to stop.
No, keep going I said.
So they shoveled for a couple more minutes and I told them we could try it finally.
In we go, I let the clutch out and she wheelied again but the front came back down. I eased the sucker through the empty sand lot and every time I hit a pot hole the front tires would come up enough that there was no steering.
I decided maybe taking the back way home might be prudent. I would get the thing rolling in first, throw it into second, let the clutch out and up she come for a bit. It took us 45 minutes to get back home that way.
Then I had to back the thing around their house to the back yard. We were neighbors and only lived a few houses away from each other so when I finally got that poor old truck backed around where they wanted it I jumped out and told them to have a good time with it. Come get me when it’s empty and every single grain of sand has been washed out of the fucker.
They don’t make Pick Ups like that anymore.