Today on Shitbox Showdown, it’s truck versus truck as we look at two beat-up stuff-haulers, and decide which one is the better motorized pack mule. But first let’s see how yesterday’s Chrysler K-cars fared:
The wagon has it, it seems. And it also seems everyone has a K-car story; those little boxes were such a huge part of the American vehicular landscape for so long that it was almost impossible to avoid them. Thanks all for the votes, and the memories!Â
These days, love ’em or hate ’em, Americans drive trucks. They’re everywhere. Ford sells more than 2,000 trucks per day on average alone, and its competitors aren’t far behind. And it seems like the machines get bigger and tougher-looking every year, while growing more soft and luxurious on the inside. Owners love to personalize them with all sorts of heavy-duty bric-a-brac, and increasingly inappropriate wheels and tires, in an attempt to say… well, honestly I’m still not sure what they’re trying to say. “I really love black powdercoating,” maybe, or “I can order from an accessories catalog like nobody’s business.”
But then there are other trucks, and you know them when you see them, that make a different, quieter statement about their owners: “I do stuff. I own furniture that I made. I’ve used a tile saw. I have different hammers for different purposes. I know how to wire a three-way light circuit and calculate board-feet of lumber. Now, if you’ll excuse me, that new half-wall in the living room isn’t going to sheetrock itself…”
Let’s look at two such wonderful workhorses now.
1977 Chevrolet C20 “Camper Special – $2,000
Engine/drivetrain: 350 cubic-inch V8, 3 speed automatic, RWD
Location: Amboy, WA
Odometer reading: 168,0000
Runs/drives? Runs well, according to the seller
Ironically, this truck was not built for work at all. It’s a “Camper Special,” a 3/4 ton truck outfitted and optioned specifically to be used with a slide-in camper. The package added an extra 6″ of bed length over a standard 8 foot bed, a wiring harness for the camper, heavy-duty suspension bits including a thicker front stabilizer and, on this truck anyway, air shocks (which are said to work just fine). It’s powered by the same small-block/Turbo-Hydramatic combination that has provided motivation for everything from sedans to hot rods to box trucks. It’s good, proven stuff.
You also get this sweet “Camper Special” badge:
This truck appears to be doing retirement backwards, however, and now that its campground days are done, it has been put to work, as witnessed by the trash can and bits of greenery in the bed.Â
Cosmetically and creature-comfort wise, it’s less than ideal, with some damage to the interior (sadly not shown in pictures), which has apparently been mistaken by mice for a public toilet. (Though how the seller determined that it’s specifically mouse urine I’m not sure. Were there chemical tests involved?). “Keep in mind this truck is very photogenic,” the seller writes. “Keep your expectations low.”
(As a quick aside, back when I drove my own beat-up Chevy truck to work daily, it was twice the backdrop for an impromptu amateur modeling photography session. I’d look out the window and see some trendily-dressed ingenue leaning against the side of the bed, while a wanna-be Mapplethorpe snapped pictures of her. The second time it happened, I went out and unlocked it for them so they could take photos with the girl at the wheel. “I just love the texture of this thing,” the photographer said. I just smiled.)
Despite the rodent issues, with all the heavy-duty stuff, an apparently clean bill of health mechanically, and that sweet orange and white two-tone job, this looks like an awesome rig to pull up to the lumber yard in. But let’s look at its competition before we make any decisions.
1993 Ford F-150 XL – $2,150
Engine/drivetrain: 300 cubic inch inline 6, 5 speed manual, RWD
Location: Federal Way, WA
Odometer reading: 200,000 miles
Runs/drives? Like a top, if the seller is to be believed
If there is such a thing as a “default pickup truck,” this is it. Ford’s classic F-series, from arguably its best era. Built like a tank and mechanically simple, with Ford’s clever “Twin I-Beam” front suspension and an inline six that is the stuff of legends, this is all the truck you ever really need. By 1993, the six was fuel-injected for improved drivability and slightly better mileage (though it’s still a thirsty beast), and the rest of the truck had been in production so long that pretty much all the bugs were worked out. This one has the Mazda-built five speed manual behind it, which, while it’s no Miata gearbox, is easier to live with than some trucks’ transmissions.
The seller = makes a point of how ugly the truck is, which I suppose is a point of pride for a work truck — that “texture” again. Honestly, it doesn’t look too bad to me. It’s dull and faded, and there’s a painted-over logo on the driver’s door that indicates it used to be part of a fleet. I’ve seen a lot worse. 
Inside it’s all work truck, with a vinyl bench seat, rubber floors, and crank windows, though apparently it does have AC, which is nice to have after a long hot day at a jobsite.
There isn’t a lot of information to go on about its mechanical condition, but these are about as complicated as an anvil, and built just about as strong. At 200k, it’s about half to two-thirds the way through its service life, from what I’ve seen of these trucks. Just treat it right, and it’ll keep doing its thing for years to come, like a good tool should.
So there they are. Two good old honest trucks, in slightly varying flavors. Which one do you want?
Ford. That engine in granny low will pull a house off its foundation. All I need it to do is tow my camper.
That 5 speed transmission was a completely piece of crap. First gear was good for about 25mph. The older 4 speed (3 speed with granny gear) was a little short, but was a dream for low speed stuff. Also worth mentioning is the ever present power steering whine, and day old calf front suspension.
Il take the old square body.
The rational side of me really wanted to go for the Ford, but my dad owned two consecutive square bodies when I was a kid, so memories of bouncing along in one on a vinyl bench, while my dad occasionally cursed at the three-on-the-tree manual, prompted me to go with the Chevy, mouse messes be damned.
Love that C20.
However, the odometer rolls over after 99,999.9
68k
168k
268k
They all look the same.
Squarebody with a small block? Yes please. Clean out the interior and roll.
But it was a hard choice compared to a clean 300ci manual trans F150.
Come on, you know how I voted….squarebody life…
I was a Ford guy for 25 years and I owned 3 F150’s of this ilk. The Mazda E5OD is junk; I was 3 for 3 on transmission failure. Call the motor comparison a wash…the Ford 4.9 and the SBC are both legendary and both earned it. As for looks…c’mon. C/Ks of this vintage are simply gorgeous. Buy the bowtie.
I love that the Chevy seller notes that it’s only shiny because it’s wet.
I automatically assume that any time I see a car wash in the background of the sellers photos.
I think the Chevy is better looking by far but I’ve gotta go for the Ford because we’ll… I don’t know how to drive an automatic.
Man… I love both of these, but I think I’d prefer to live with the Ford just because of the number of gears in the transmission.
Oh, dear. You can’t be wavin’ Hugger Orange around here all willy-nilly. I’d have that sucker in pieces and headed for the blaster in a week, followed by a 6.0 LS swap. If it was closer, I’d be headed that way. Back in the day, a lot of the blue collar dad’s rolled this exact truck, although usually with a 454 and slot mags. Mmmmm, slot mags. Most folks on these kinda sites don’t know of the massive community around these trucks. On that ‘Other” site they just want us to burn. The Ford is cool, my neighbor just sold it’s twin about a year ago. The 300’s run better after you sink ’em in a pond!
Even though inline-six and manual is my jam, I voted Chevrolet like many other people because of the memories.
We didn’t get huge numbers of American pickups in Australia until recently when you can go to the local dealer for an RHD factory-converted Ram or Silverado.
One of my earliest memories is dad’s blue Squarebody. I was maybe four years old and we went out cutting firewood. I remember bouncing from one end of the bench seat to the other over the rough section of paddock he was driving in. Sadly he and the Squarebody are long gone from this world.