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Bomba Injetora Ranger 2.8, 4x4, Bosch, Motor Maxion Hsd (Recondicionado)

A Ranger XLT com bomba injetora nova.

https://produto.mercadolivre.com.br/MLB-1746646881-bomba-injetora-ranger-28-4×4-bosch-motor-maxion-hsd-_JM Bomba Injetora Ranger 2.8, 4×4, Bosch, Motor Maxion Hsd (Recondicionado) Bomba Injetora Ranger 2.8, 4×4, Bosch, Motor Maxion Hsd (Recondicionado)

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Ford Bronco Ranger XLT

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This '74 Ranger XLT that my father-in-law is working on has a little surface rust, but is really solid.

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1991 Ford Ranger XLT 4×4 5-Speed Recently Sold on Bring a Trailer.

Really nice Ranger sold on Bring a Trailer, have a soft spot for Rangers have owned a 1998 US Spec version This 1991 Ford Ranger XLT 4×4 is a regular cab pickup finished in Cabernet Red over Scarlet Red cloth. The truck is powered by a 2.9-liter V6 linked with a five-speed manual transmission and a dual-range transfer case, and features include 15″ five-spoke alloy wheels, power-assisted front…

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2024 Ford Maverick XLT FWD Review

Hybrid still available in compact pickup, but gas turbo I4 standard … Just two years ago both Ford, the leader in truck sales, and Hyundai, now No. 4 in the US, smartly introduced compact pickups, recreating a market that boomed here for years. That was before pickups grew into monster trucks that dueled with each other like muscle cars did in the 1960s and early 1970s, each getting bigger and…

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2019 Ford Ranger Pickup Review

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The 2023 Ford Ranger XLT comes with an impressive maximum towing capacity. What makes this special, especially for drivers in places like Queensland, are the features that optimise the towing capabilities. 

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1978 Ford Bronco Ranger XLT

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1977 Ford F-250 Ranger XLT 4x4 4-Speed

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73’ Ranger xlt

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Couple folks down at the end of the street have gotten themselves a Ford Ranger. Not the new bloaty European one, with its ridiculous features like “doors that stay closed” and “fuel economy,” but a good, old-fashioned beater Ranger. Naturally, I want it more than my next breath of air.

Even though it has one of those wheezy V6s and is an automatic, rather than my beloved zingy four-banger-plus-five-speed combination, I find myself driving slowly past it. I entertain fantasies about using it to go to the dump, to uncover my back yard full of trash (Mopar, organic, otherwise.) In that glorious alternate future, I would then haul home lumber and tools with which to begin to construct a deck on which to grill. The neighbours would witness my truck, and know that it is the vehicle of someone who Does Something with their house. That would be pretty rad, I tell myself, before snapping out of it.

Upon further inspection, I realize that the owners are what they call “legacy” Ranger owners, having purchased the vehicle many years ago when it was a mere couple-hundred-bucks beater, rather than a priceless collectible that must be clearing the block at Barrett-Jackson soon for the approximate value of a house. You can tell this by all the meth they are smoking in it. I begin to realize that perhaps they are not homeowners at all, but a small gang of scrap thieves. They, too, can tell that I can tell, and although scumbag courtesy would ordinarily cause us to ignore one another’s offences against civil society, I am a little jealous of the truck, and tap my brakes as if slowing down to call an Authority Figure.

There is a peel-out, then. Although I know that I can easily catch the Ranger and its anemic vee-six, I do not pursue. There is no reason to: the missing tailgate, and the steep incline of my street, allows their bed full of stolen metal scrap to tumble harmlessly onto the road. At this point, the laws of maritime salvage take over. This has become my pile of stolen metal scrap, and further, the illicit transfer-by-dump of these goods has blurred the pesky issue of ownership. Who is to say all these cut-off exhaust components are stolen, officer?

I spend the rest of the evening assembling them into an work of art. I call it “Ranger,” and from about thirty feet away, it sort of resembles a 1988 Ford Ranger XLT. I throw it into the pile of scrap in my backyard, so I can admire it from my kitchen every morning as I warm my coffee over a Steyr Maxi thumper. There is no reason to be jealous, I resolve, not when you can make your own truck.