This truck only receives sporadic progress but right now I happen to be in a decent position to work on it for about a month. And so begins the thread about my BGMT
The truck's history: This thing started life as a 1975 Chevy C20 with a 2 bbl 350 and an sm465. At some point in the 80s it was built into a mud racer with front drivetrain parts from a k20 (spring hangers, axle, and steering). It was loaded up with a 454 big block, a turbo 350, and an NP203. Legend has it that it ran a 6-71 blower on top of the big block and got driven around new mexico to the mud racing series for a decade or so.
My personal history with the truck begins with its previous owner and my dad being pretty close friends in the early 00's. Our friend Paul bought it to use as a lake truck to tow his jet boat around on the sandy beaches of NM's biggest lake. Back before everyone and their sister had 5 tons, we had repurposed big gay mud trucks
I was around 4 or 5 at the time, and I spent a ton of time riding around in the thing pulling stuck people out, and I contribute a large amount of my love of trucks to being around this thing when I was a little guy and the tires were taller than me. I didn't know shit about trucks at the age of 4, I just knew that Big Blue was badass as fuck!
(Don't have any pictures from that time frame unfortunately)
At some point during this time, Paul broke an axle shaft in the 10 bolt and decided half ton axles are for pussies. He upgraded it with a 77+ Chevy KP60, regeared the front and rear to 4.88, and stuck in a pair of what I believe to be TruTracs. Not great on a crawler, but work awesome in the sand.
Sometime after this, Paul sold his jet boat and a couple of his jet skis and took up dirt bike racing as his main hobby, so Big Blue started sitting. It ended up sitting in his backyard for a little over 10 years before I happened to ask him about the truck on a whim. He had to ponder on it for a few months but decided that I was as worthy a new owner as anyone given my history with it. So on a trailer it hopped, and home it came.
My dad, Paul and I as he says goodbye to it. He's probably regretting all the life choices he's made leading up to this point
Anyway, a very short revival and a couple of cobwebs dusted off, and I started using the truck. I hauled my dirt bike with it, screwed a few girls in it, and most importantly, dragged my boat to the lake with it.
So there's a background on how I came to own a childhood dream truck of mine. Sometimes things in life are just meant to be
Stay tuned for shenanigans!
The truck's history: This thing started life as a 1975 Chevy C20 with a 2 bbl 350 and an sm465. At some point in the 80s it was built into a mud racer with front drivetrain parts from a k20 (spring hangers, axle, and steering). It was loaded up with a 454 big block, a turbo 350, and an NP203. Legend has it that it ran a 6-71 blower on top of the big block and got driven around new mexico to the mud racing series for a decade or so.
My personal history with the truck begins with its previous owner and my dad being pretty close friends in the early 00's. Our friend Paul bought it to use as a lake truck to tow his jet boat around on the sandy beaches of NM's biggest lake. Back before everyone and their sister had 5 tons, we had repurposed big gay mud trucks
I was around 4 or 5 at the time, and I spent a ton of time riding around in the thing pulling stuck people out, and I contribute a large amount of my love of trucks to being around this thing when I was a little guy and the tires were taller than me. I didn't know shit about trucks at the age of 4, I just knew that Big Blue was badass as fuck!
(Don't have any pictures from that time frame unfortunately)
At some point during this time, Paul broke an axle shaft in the 10 bolt and decided half ton axles are for pussies. He upgraded it with a 77+ Chevy KP60, regeared the front and rear to 4.88, and stuck in a pair of what I believe to be TruTracs. Not great on a crawler, but work awesome in the sand.
Sometime after this, Paul sold his jet boat and a couple of his jet skis and took up dirt bike racing as his main hobby, so Big Blue started sitting. It ended up sitting in his backyard for a little over 10 years before I happened to ask him about the truck on a whim. He had to ponder on it for a few months but decided that I was as worthy a new owner as anyone given my history with it. So on a trailer it hopped, and home it came.
My dad, Paul and I as he says goodbye to it. He's probably regretting all the life choices he's made leading up to this point
Anyway, a very short revival and a couple of cobwebs dusted off, and I started using the truck. I hauled my dirt bike with it, screwed a few girls in it, and most importantly, dragged my boat to the lake with it.
So there's a background on how I came to own a childhood dream truck of mine. Sometimes things in life are just meant to be
Stay tuned for shenanigans!
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