We’ve got two extreme ends of 1982 Chevy trucks today plus a lifted Blazer to cap things off. The first 82 Chevy truck is a country boys dream. Lifted and customized with items like a roll bar topped with lights and a custom grill it’s made to dominate the roads of small towns the way Walmart has dominated their jobs.
The second is an 82 rat rod truck. The equivalent of an urban wet dream this truck has been lowered, equipped with a big blower, spoiler, and NOS. This baby will rule the urban streets the way crack did the decade it was born. Ah, the 80s. Bad hair, bad clothes, bad music, I will miss thee.
So here it is. A lifted 1982 Chevy truck for sale in Kentucky. The owner is hoping for $19,500 but after eight bids on ebay it has only reached $1300. That will never do. Over $30,000 was invested in this truck. But that’s the problem with automobiles isn’t it. Incredibly rare for one to make their back when selling an automobile. Why we invest so much love and money into a rapidly depreciating asset is beyond me, yet I’m guilty all the same. I promise myself everyday that I will drive my current car until the wheels fall off but it’s not likely. Writing an automotive blog and staring at trucks I want to buy all day certainly doesn’t help with my promise.
Here is our urban darling. A 1982 Chevy rat rod truck that is surprisingly located on the east coast and not in LA. The owner of this one is hoping for $12,500 but once again eight bids have been made and the current offer is nowhere close. $3000 is all it climbed to before the bidding ended. That’s the problem with trying to sell a luxury toy during an economic depression. It’s too bad too. This really is a good looking vehicle, it’s just in a niche market. Like a fat girl with a pretty face.
Here we have a beastly 1982 Chevy Blazer with a Rough Country lift. I don’t have any other information on it other than it has a 400 small block and minimal rusting. Big SUVs like the Blazer, Bronco, and Ramcharger are probably the best autos to come out of the 80s. I know my hippie friends will disagree and throw red paint at me to save the polar bears but I’ve never been one to fear dread-locked white people.