1966 International Harvester 1200C pickup, 304 ci V8 engine, 4-spd manual trans and 4x4 setup. This beast was intended to be a valuable parts truck for my other IH, but once I heard that engine turn over and grunt like an asthmatic grizzly bear, I didn't have the heart to take it apart.
This is a purpose-built, full size, heavy duty machine, that knows the value of a firm handshake and remembers the satisfaction of a hard days labor.
The 304 engine has who know how many miles, and may be from a later IH. The carburetor is freshly rebuilt, though the engine seems to run best while listening to Credence Clearwater Revival. The engine drinks from a single gas tank, that was drained and flushed. Fuel sender, fuel pump and all hoses were replaced for your protection.
Originally employed by the Forest Service, this truck is equipped with dual hydraulic ram steering for driving over trees, boulders, the occasional Prius, etc. The T98 manual transmission (with granny gear) and NO202 transfer case control the front Dana 40 and rear "power lock" Dana 60. One front hub needs to be replaced, so I guess it's actually 3WD at the moment.
The interior is equipped with factory IH air conditioning (currently out of the truck) for all the manly, sweaty work you will no doubt be doing. Also features aftermarket bucket seats that appear to be worn down from years of denim and tool belts. Gauges don't work, but reckoning and educated guesses have gotten me through so far. Night driving makes frequent use of the front push bumper, because the lights don't work either. Actually, one headlight works, but it's aimed more as a spotlight than a driving light. Missing passenger door panel, window & interior handles.
Truck has a long bed and Reunel rear bumper for your hauling/towing needs. There is rust through on front fenders and floorpans, and battle scars throughout from lots of hard work and jobs well done. The tubes hold air but tires are in bad shape. After a little pumping, the brakes work for speeds up to 10 MPH. Any speed above that would require lots of chest hair, and a good life insurance policy.
So what do you get for your hard earned money? A truck with a clear California title (pink slip), that has lived a life that this younger generation can only dream, has very likely seen bigfoot, has probably at some point been driven by a guy named Pappy, scoffs at flashy modern trucks that have never seen a Home Depot parking lot, is about as simple yet effective as a sledgehammer, and with the right owner could still have a few glory years left ahead of it.