79,000, and just about every one of those from right there on the farm. Several trips to OKC to the packinghouse with some cattle, weekly trips to the CoOp for feed, and we had some pasture ground about 50 miles from the house where it hauled alfalfa bales and sack feed for the critters. Grandma was a lil' short thing and could hardly see over the dash. That explained why the doors were always caved in...trying to clear the cattle guard. And the fenders were rubbed raw from the cattle rubbing against them when we came into the fields. Worked hard. But it was my transportation in high school, and though it worked as hard as it did, it was what I had for Prom night.
