“Beast”1977 Ford F-150

The story

On my 15th birthday my dad drug two old '77 ford trucks out of the woods to put together for my 16th birthday present, to put them together and make one rig.

Well, everything would have went great until Uncle Sam stuck his nose in on the deal and said what we were doing was just creating a mess, and said we had to get a junk yard liscense or clean up the mess within a week.

Within that week, we transfered the cleaner 2wd body onto the 4x4 frame, then swapped the tired 302 for a healthy (and extremely torquey) 351M from a LTD, then scrapped the two chassis's left over and were left with a 4x4 3/4 ton with a f-100 body.


Ran out of money to get a paintjob, but the fading orange paint and rust on the fender wells just give it character in my opinion; it was and still is my first vehicle, and building it with my father put more sentimental value into it for me then anything could. It gave me a lot more respect for "my first car" then simply being handed something.

I've got more stories about it then a few, but one time my friend came over to help out and at the time of building and the 351M was still hanging from the redneck cherrypicker made out of a pulley, chains, and a 1964 Case Tractor. He wanted to hear it run so I drug up a battery and gascan and plugged everything up, and when i went to start it the thrust of the motor snapped one side of the chain and the motor flipped over, still running somehow. It didn't run very long, but he said it sounded like "a beast breathing" and since then the name stuck, and everyone started calling it the Beast. — Wheeler