I found this super cool bitchin truck in the side yard in front of the garage. It's not mine. I'm not sure who it belongs to. It was only there for a day and a night, and the next afternoon it was gone. I had a real good look at it though. It's almost but not quite like my truck. Almost.
Yes, it does have the same logo on the front in big red letters, but don't let that fool you. My truck doesn't have those clearance lights on top. (When I was a kid, our 1958 Ford dump truck had lights shaped like bullets on the roof. Coooool.)
My truck also does not have an induction scoop on the hood. That's how you can tell this isn't my truck.
Here's another way to tell them apart: I don't have big chrome wheels like this. Maybe these are unavailable for a half-ton truck and this is a one-ton. However, it might be possible to rig up some nifty checkerplate wheel well mudflaps for my truck. But then, after I get my truck painted black, it would be even harder to tell these two apart.
Of course, mine does not have these extra wide rear fenders, under which not one but TWO tires hunker down waiting for something heavy to pull. I could slap a 4x4 sticker on my back quarter panel, but who am I trying to kid? All my front tires are doing is steering.
But here, lurking under the hood, is the biggest difference between my big ol' pickup truck, and this monstrous machine...
This truck could pull your house down the road. This truck could pull a house over snow. This truck could pull a house up a snow covered hill with the cargo bed full of llamas and the cab full of steer-wrestling-sized cowboys.
Okay... I don't need to pull a llama-laden load of houses anywhere. I just don't need it. I have no intention of pulling my house anywhere, and despite this being an exceptionally cool July, it's still summer... besides, I don't know any steer wrestlers and I don't have a llama. Yet.
Maybe my driving insurance is lower than this guy's. That'll ease the truck envy considerably.