I wish I was in Ocala instead of freezing my ass off up here but our trainer is there and the car is sitting there waiting for someone to make an unreasonable offer and he needs transportation as his 1997 Ford F350 blew up (big gasser). Like all horse people he is broke. I can be unreasonable with the best of them but I have no idea what it started life as. The door handles look modern and I know the dumb red neck son dumped $14,000 of her money into it b4 running off to Texas with a 16 year old with no front teeth (you can't make this stuff up). No good asking him as he can barely find the ignition switch and she does not know what she spent the family fortune on.
Well fire, I have a suspicion like you that under the good is a chit load of great mechanicals. Those red necks spend a fortune on their cars and have no money left to spend on bimbos. I am beginning to realize now they know a thing or two. Living in an desert they have no rust problems either.