Went out looking this weekend. Trucks "cheap enough" were in pretty short supply: pieces of shit, too old or too uncomfortable - I believe due to a higher demand right now (I think there is a laid-off-guys-doing-manual-labor-in-a-down-economy-needing-to-haul-stuff-in-a-fuel-efficient-daily-driver aspect to that apparently strong demand for small trucks), and I wanted something I could pay cash for, preferably something I could pay the amount I was going to have to pay for the engine replacement anyways.
The main benefit I was was not having to borrow my mom's SUV to pick up games. That is both embarassing, annoying and a liability when it comes to family goodwill, because the multi-city exchange aspect of it is a pain in the ass for all involved when I want to go get a game.
So, I ended up not with a truck, but I still got a "perfect pin hauler" (well, for a single pin, but that is good enough for me "for now" lol...no aggressive auction culls in my near future). Far more stylish and comfy than any truck, fuel effcient enough and boxy enough lol.


2000 Volvo V70 wagon. Immaculate carfax and a major score at $1700 cash (when other ghetto-lot sellers wanted $4000+ by the time you paid their dealer fee for the same make/model/year, and then that doesn't include your standard tax, tag and title...or there were driveway personal sellers wanting $2900 for mid-90's models, which was too old for me), then I took it to Tire Kingdom and put a few hundred into new brakes and struts.
Low price was partially due to a lot of dents, dings, scratches, etc. on the exterior. It's pretty bad. Closer up it looks like it was driven through dense forest one too many times.
But for a car with nice internals, practically new tires (one ghetto lot seller above had one with tires that needed rapid replacement, probably $500-ish right off the bat) and NO PAYMENTS, I can 100% deal with my self-image and ego being flattened by cosmetic damage. Internals cost money. Cosmetics only cost pride.
It's true, it's true, it hurts the ego to see such ugliness on your own vehicle, but for consolation to my bruised and battered vanity, I channel the immortal words of Marcellus Wallace from Pulp Fiction:
The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride.


Plus I get a moon roof, all leather seating, an outside thermometer (I get off on that for some reason, probably just previous deprivation), automatic-adjust A/C and that awesome hearse-like styling.
I keep teasing my wife (with emphasis on the "serious" part of "half-serious") that I am going to tint the windows as black as I can and put a sticker of that long stylized "S" over the back window or two...

So...problem solved, for short change.
Thanks for the input guys.
- Matt