Once upon a time, you didn’t drive a pickup truck unless you were a farmer or alternatively a livestock broker.
Pickups during this once upon a time were an open admission of low life, and in all likelihood an ingrained lifestyle. Pickup trucks by design were the direct offspring of the Conestoga wagon, about the same weight to power ratio, same skinny tires, same disingenuous attitude on a cold morning.
Once upon time four-wheel drive pickups were about as rare as wild oysters in the Little Plover River. Once upon a time, pickup trucks were restricted to six volt with foot starters that if you were a height-challenged kid you needed to slouch in the seat to reach across the gas pedal to engage the starter.