People are passionate about F100s and I can see why. They are a hardy and good-looking truck. When I worked as landscaper in Banff in the early 1980s we used a beige 1968 F-100. It was a rugged machine that never let us down except for vapour-lock on a hot day. We would head off into the bush with the truck, following the Canadian Pacific Railway tracks, digging up small spruce trees from the CPR right of way that we would replant as hedges in town.
I saw this 1967 F100 “Custom Cab” last month in Alpine, Texas — the cleanest example of the genre I’ve seen in a while.
A great thing about the F100 and F150: there are a lot of parts out there. †