You don’t get into a Ford F250 Super Duty, you climb into it. Opening the door, and hoisting yourself into the driver’s seat, you suddenly become a “truck driver”, whether you started out as one or not. Turn on the engine, hear the diesel engine grumble to a roar, and put it in gear. Everything about this truck says “Big and Tough,” and as the driver, you begin to take on that persona as well.
I really wish I had a trailer of horses to tow, or a flat-bed filled to the brim with quads and toys, because I’m sure this truck would have delighted in the extra work required, not stopping for a moment to complain, but happily taking whatever you threw at it and asking where you wanted it delivered. It was certainly up for the task. Instead, I was stuck driving it through downtown Portland, navigating smaller cars like a Godzilla avoiding screaming people. For that purpose, I didn’t have as much appreciation for the size and power of the vehicle, as it did me little good (accept to annoy hybrid drivers with my gas guzzing–not that I like doing that.)
Inside, this truck was perfect for whom I imagine would use it. Large center console for placing tools and a giant lunchbox. Ample cubby spaces, and lots of leg room. The back seats were a little tighter than a full-size four-door but still roomy enough for two smaller adults. The dials were large and easy to adjust, even with the thick gloves of a construction worker on. And it exuded toughness. Very important.
Driving the truck, like I said, was dependent on the area. On the highway it handled true and comfortable, as well as any rough terrain. Navigating city traffic, and it was big and cumbersome. The fuel economy was a voracious 10-12 mpg, thankfully paired to a 38-gallon tank. This made it a little less fun at the pump. I can appreciate the need for these trucks, but due to my current position lacking in that department, I can’t say I was sorry to see it go. 3.5 stars.
