In 1978, my grandfather, Sam Porter, bought a 1978 F-150 Ranger. Sam was currently a ranch hand, working in Eastern Oregon. He used the F-150 to haul, tow, and commute daily to the ranch. Then, on a below-freezing day in Idaho, he attempted to start up the truck. The truck was hydro locked, and the 351m engine was ruined. So my grandpa decided to replace that engine with a beastly 460, the largest engine made for that truck. Sam continued to drive that truck every day until around 1998. The truck then was kept in his barn for the next 20 years, being driven about once a month until April of 2018. I’ve always admired his truck, and I made sure he knew it. Since I was 12, every time I would go to his house to visit, he would start up the truck and let me drive it around in his field, which is about 2 acres. And then, the day before I turned 16, my grandpa showed up at my house, and he was driving a shiny, black and white two tone 1978 F-150. The truck looked as if he had just bought it that day. My grandpa had given the truck a tune up, checked out by a mechanic, and completely re-painted the truck to it’s original color. Since April of 2018, I’ve been slowly restoring the truck to it’s original glory. The truck has been running without any issues what so ever, and has been my daily driver to school and work and back every day. Someday, my truck will be restored to it’s full potential. There’s more memories and stories to be told…