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Not a fan of couriers...
I do have a rather comical picture on my cell phone of a Lime green one with blue and orange flames and DOUBLE lift blocks in the rear! Its got drag slicks in front and studded snow tires in front. This...creation...was at a red light next to me this summer, i couldnt resist a snapshot!... I wish i had a way to get the pic onto my computer, its quite hallarious
My first REAL job after arriving in Houston, Tx. in 1981, was a job at a company named Pre-Delivery Service. What we did was install the beds, which were made in, I seem to recall, Mississippi, onto the trucks. This was done to avoid the import tax on the trucks [not a finished product]. The trucks were imported [driven] from the dock to us, which was a mile or so. The people who did it always carried spare gas in their shuttle van since the trucks were prone to running out of fuel before they got to us. My job was unloading the racks carrying the beds off of the rail cars on my forklift and bringing them to the start of the production line. I would then offload them onto an overhead lift, drop it down, and install the plastic filler cover for the gas tank [4 screws]. When we would get an afternoon Thunderstorm the whole assembly line would slow to a halt. Nobody in their right mind would haul lightning rods around on their forklifts, or do any other activities unprotected, a lesson I learned elsewhere the hard way and damn near cost me my life.
The next step was actually installing the bed onto the truck. That was done by a couple of cambodians. One was a wirey dude several years my senior with tatoos covering both arms , and very serious. The other one reminds me today a lot of Hiro in Heroes. I enjoyed working with both of them because their lunches were far different from my usual yankee stuff, so we shared. "Hiro" had this strange habbit of collecting Yellowjacket Wasps. Were they under his hat? In his clothes? The most disconcerting of all was when he would open his mouth and two or three would fly out. It would get your attention. For some odd reason he never got stung. Spooked me though, especially at lunch. Funny how the boss' never had much to say to him... lol.
These trucks were quite zippy and fun to drive but, to me were about as safe as Corvairs. There was NOTHING stronger than the front dashboard on the thing. I say this because one of them got creamed on the passenger side by our shuttle van. The van [a Ford Econoline] hit on the passenger side [ T-boned it] doing around 10mph and totaled the truck, blew the dashboard out through the drivers side of the vehical, and sent him to the hospital. The van had a dented bumper, and wasn't even taken off the road.
The new parts that we sent to the trash compactor when the first Ford Rangers were introduced would have brought tears to your eyes. I still have a few 1156 and 1157 bulbs left and it's been a quarter century since I worked [and crushed] for them.
I was truely aghast when my daughter started dating a lad who was driving one. Two [2] problems...
1... a dangerous truck [the Ford Courier]
2... A hispanic with longer hair than mine [and mine wasn't exactly short].
After their being married for 18yrs, at least he doesn't drive a deathtrap any more, and my hair is longer, albiet thinner.
And they bought my Grandson [their son] a fullsize Dodge Ram PU for his first ride. My daughter took her first TX roadtest in a '66 MG Midget stickshift.
Far safer than the Courier to me.
How times have changed.