The 2013 Ford F-450 Super Duty.
So who loves driving a really big truck? Who loves the sound of a throaty V8 motor, when you step on the gas pedal. The feeling that is invoked when the front of the truck lifts up, as you bury the pedal into the floor. It is a truly awesome feeling, but what could make that feeling even better? Sitting in a brand new 2013 Ford F-450 Super Duty pickup truck.
The 2013 Ford F-450 Super Duty, is just what it’s name implies, Super Duty. I personally drove one of the monsters back in 2005, for about a year and a half for a delivery company I used to work for, and I would always get into work early just to make sure I got the same truck every day. Recently I took a 
chance on being able to go on a test drive at a local Ford dealer. It must have been a slow day, but regardless of what, the dealer who I was speaking to, handed me a set of keys to a brand new 2013 F-450 Super Duty. I was in total awe, when he guided me to the Brandy-wine, & Chrome F-450. My mouth began to drool a little, as I got closer to this amazing piece of machinery. Over 6.5ft tall, and just about 21ft long, the 2013 Ford F-450 Super Duty was looking better, and better with every passing minute.
I clicked the key fob to unlock this perfect slice of truck heaven. As the door opened, the aroma of freshly moistened, and massaged leather wafted out of the spacious cabin, slapping me in the face as it rolled by. All I could say was, “Damn.” I grabbed the handle to help myself into the power adjusted driver’s seat, as gently as possible. Easing my hefty ass in as slowly as possible, so as to enjoy every moment of this small guilty pleasure. As I slipped the key into the ignition, the dealer began his scheduled set of questions. For all intents, and purposes I pretty much blocked him out. I picked up on a few questions here, and there, but who really cares. I was now pulling off of the lot in a $65,000 truck. Sweet!!
The dealer started rambling off figures, and numbers, and I’m still blocking him out people. All I hear is
450hp, and 600lb ft. of torque, blah, blah, blah, blah. I then turned a corner, and there it was. An empty unfenced open field, and it had rained the day before. Shut the Front Door!! all I could do is look at the dealer, and whisper, “Why not?” He stopped talking, and looked where I was looking, and a grin popped up on his face. The phrase, “Kid in a sand box” came to mind. We crept up to the edge of the field, and sat there for about two minutes. Shift back to drive, and floored it. The roar of that V8 motor coaxed me to go simply insane. Donuts, 180′s, power slides. All this in a dually? After about 20 minutes of Hooning around, I pulled out of the field, and asked where the closest car wash was. I ponied up $20 bucks for a full wash & wax, and then told the dealer, “You know I’m not buying this right?” He actually looked shocked, to hear what I said. I told him that I’m a writer who can’t afford 60k for a spanking new truck. But I did appreciate the joy that was bestowed upon me while driving around in this wonderful truck. Look folks, I hope that this new twist on story telling worked for you. Be sure to check the links for more info. Thanks for reading.
