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Why I bought a Ford
With all the old talk about Cummins being so great, and all the new talk about the world coming to an end, I got a good demonstration of just why I stay with Ford for a truck.
Went down to Red River Gorge in E KY last weekend. A buddy is cutting a road into some rough land, and said I could pick up all the red oak I could carry, he'd knocked over several large trees. The last fifteen miles to his place were over a 1 1/2 lane wide country road that went over a mountain. Took a lot of twists and turns going up and down and got Real Steep in a couple of places, I'd guess at least 20% grade. The backhoe operator was still there, so he picked up a large oak tree while I sawed it up, and we used the bucket to get it into the bed. Had it cut and loaded in under an hour. Easiest truck load of wood I ever got.
When we finished up, I had well over a ton of red oak in the back, probably around a ton and a half. And I have to drive back over that mountain, fully loaded, on that tiny road. This is going to be interesting. I expected I'd get through, a F350 PS dually is a fearsome pulling machine. What I wasn't expecting is just how effortless it was. No squirrelly rear end, no wallowing around, no bogging down, no smoking brakes, no white knuckles. Kick on the AC, crank up the tunes, and relax.
Last time I tried hauling that sort of load, it was in a 3/4 ton Dodge, on a flat road, and it was marginal, darn thing was wallowing around all over the place. Big Duke did the same thing over a mountain on a twisty little road, and never broke a sweat. Neither did I. That's one heck of a suspension they put on these PS's. And brakes. I am thoroughly impressed with how this big PS hauls a load under very adverse conditions.
It's the complete package. Not just an engine, but everything else. No one does that as well as Ford. Next time some smart aleck in a Tundra wants to race - no problem, follow me down to Stanton, we'll load both up with red oak. And you go first. When you fry your brakes coming down that mountain, I don't want to be in front of you.
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