July 25, 2011
A scrap heap, where I dropped of some old brake rotors, the busted red floor jack used in the first suspension walkarounds and a rusted and leaky (and fully drained, and flushed) gas tank from that '57 Ford of mine.
(Let me know if this or any of the following shots of the 2010 Ford SVT Raptor's exploits during my recent move should be submitted to Donna for a caption contest.)
July 22, 2011
Is there anything that doesn't fit in the bed of our Ford F-150 Raptor?
What would you like to see in the back of our Raptor? I vote for the Fiat 500.
Donna DeRosa, Managing Editor
July 13, 2011
I finally got to drive the Raptor recently, when it wasn't signed out and I was one of the last editors in the office one evening. And even though the surf was miniscule, I just had to take it on a cruise up the coast -- if only to gauge the reaction of the jaded Malibu crew. And I found that my 10-foot longboard fit much better in the Raptor's bed than in our former long-term 2009 Dodge Ram 1500.
My surf buddies complain that I'm notoriously slow getting ready for a session. But I like to take my sweet time making sure I'm prepared with the right stick, wetsuit, wax, a jug of water to rinse off afterwards and maybe some post-session snacks. It sucks when you forget something essential like a towel.
I was methodically getting ready to head to the beach, making my second or third trip to retrieve some surf necessity, when I heard a noise coming from the Raptor's already cranked engine. Since I'd driven our Mustang GT 5.0 earlier in the week, my initial thought was that the Raptor was whinnying because it was raring to go.
But instead it was a slight belt whine, much the same way certain of my surf bros whine with impatience while waiting for me.
You can hear it in the video below, even though someone across the creek decided to crank up a chainsaw right after I hit the record button. Bonus points if you can ID my buddy's beloved truck in the background.
July 01, 2011
You know those plastic "living hinges" they use on Igloo ice chests? The retainer clips that hold the bed extender in the stowed position on our 2010 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor are like that.
Correction: were like that. Both living hinges on the Raptor's bed extender are dead. They met there demise a couple of days apart during last weekend's move.
Let's pause for a moment of silence, shall we?
In contrast to those found on an ice chest, the living hinges on these clips aren't being asked to bend near as far and are therefore made of a harder plastic. Further age-hardening due to time and sun exposure no doubt made them harder and even more brittle. What's more, they're shaped to stick out a little so you can thumb them, but that also puts them in a position to get bumped and jostled by stuff in the bed.
Whatever led up to it, both of these broke off in my hand as I was folding the extender back up against the bed sides and latching them into place.
Thing is, I don't really care. The bed extender is a damn useful piece and it still works just fine. It stays stowed and folded as well as I need it to without any clips. In fact, the clipless bed extender is now far easier to deploy and use than it was before. I won't miss them. I'm taking my moment of silence back.
June 27, 2011
Turns out our 2010 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor makes a pretty good Doom Buggy. Big, black and imposing, the name certainly fits.
More to the point, it's able to pick up all three hitchhiking ghosts...at once.
Left to right the Skeleton (Ezra), the Prisoner (Gus) and the Traveler (Phineas) stand across the backseat of the SuperCab, apparently unfazed. In the end the dear departed trio arrived at our new place undamaged, to the great relief of my wife.
Dan Edmunds, Director of Vehicle Testing @ 27,019 miles
June 23, 2011
The first time I saw one, I dismissed Ford's tailgate step option as an old man's accessory. something that looked interesting on the showroom floor but was worth nowhere near the $375 they get for it. I was wrong.
Over the last couple of days, I've used the one in our 2010 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor dozens of times for a variety of move-related tasks. It's been invaluable when climbing in and out of the bed while loading scrap metal on its way to the recycler, wood and other debris headed to the dump and for loading and unloading a bunch of those flip-top storage boxes bound for the new garage.
Sure, the Raptor sits a bit higher than other F-150s, but I reckon the difference isn't great enough to change my opinion in a normal F-150 application. Ford's tailgate step has gone from "whatever" to "gotta have it" after just a couple loads.
June 02, 2011
Yeah, it's not the greatest photo ever, but that's what happens when you try to work a camera while driving.
But the point here is that our Raptor, with the Big Daddy 6.2-liter V8, has passed the 25,000 mile mark. This occurred while hauling two sportbikes to and from Thunderhill Raceway in northern California this past weekend, a task at which it excelled exceedingly.
Mike Monticello, Road Test Editor @ 25,000.3 miles.
May 31, 2011
With a few complaints lodged recently about the Raptor's transmission acting up, there was no guarantee we'd actually make it to northern California's Thunderhill Raceway for a motorcycle track day.
Luckily, the transmission worked just fine, with only some minor abruptness at low speed when cold. Other than that, the Raptor was awesome. It comes pre-wired for ballsiness, especially with the 6.2-liter V8 that's never at a loss for power, even when hauling two sportbikes, leathers, helmets, boots, tools, fuel and luggage.
So myself, The Wife and our friends JonE and OLI (names have been changed to protect the guilty) were off, ready to spend the majority of our Memorial Day weekend driving Ford pickups and riding sportbikes. And that was okay with us.
Both The Wife and JonE found the front seats to be surprisingly comfy, and the wife even found the rear seat adequate enough that she fell asleep for a short stint when we had three people in the truck (usually JonE rode with OLI in his truck).
Loading my bike into the Raptor's way-tall bed at home was aided greatly by our house-of-a-neighbor, Tony. Always good to have a neighbor like Tony at your disposal. Thanks, man.
The Raptor averaged 13.0 mpg during the 1,000-mile-plus round trip (12.0 worst, 14.7 best).
For a photo essay of the trip, follow the jump. If you don't care, don't follow it.
May 27, 2011
We all know the Raptor is one badass monster of a truck, super-capable off-road but still plenty fun driving around town. It makes all the right V8 noises and looks the part of a desert racer.
And I love the fact that every time I come to a stop, it rocks back and forth a few times on its cush suspension. But there is a downside to all that Fox suspension travel...
Such as the fact it sits pretty dang high off the ground.
May 17, 2011
There's a lot of space in our longterm 2010 Ford F-150 Raptor, but it helps to use soft-sided bags and avoid smash-unfriendly items when you're trying to cover all the contingencies of racing a $500 car for 24 straight hours. Three people, their driving suits, safety equipment, helmets, clothes for all weather conditions, assorted tools, food, drink, winnings, hats, shoes -- all of it fit in the cab of the Raptor.
We'd have put some of this stuff in the bed, except....
May 17, 2011
Have tow hitch, will schlep clapped-out race car. Last weekend, our longterm 2010 Ford F-150 Raptor SVT hauled not only the car but also two other teammates to Reno-Fernley raceway for a 24 Hours of LeMons race.
If you're paying attention, you see that our Raptor is an extended cab and not a crew cab, which means that a real, actual person spent many, many hours in a rather small backseat.
How'd she fare?
February 14, 2011
I was sick of looking at nasty weeds and baked clay soil in a 25x1 foot strip on my side yard, so I decided to fill it with small rocks. Well, the little project actually turned out to be bigger than I planned. Thankfully I had the Raptor for my Home Depot run.
I loaded ten bags of rocks into the bed and drove home. Because they were unsecured, they shifted towards the cabin. I dug out 2" of surface from that strip and I was beat. Having the ability to step up to the bed to get the rocks by the cab was a welcome feature for out of shape guys like me.
Howie Long may have derided Ford for this feature in the Silverado series of t.v. ads, but I think it's pretty dang useful. I guess Howie is suggesting I'm not as manly by doing things the easy way? Oh well, I guess I don't care.
Scott Jacobs, Senior Photographer
December 03, 2010
A big center console, that is. I mean just look at that thing. It easily swallows the fuel log notebook, tire gauge, sunglasses and -- what's that? -- a Magic 8 Ball?
Is this a good center console? As I see it, yes.
Josh Jacquot, Senior editor
November 29, 2010
Took the Raptor on yet another motorcycle track day adventure over the weekend. Last time, fellow editor Josh Jacquot and I headed north to Buttonwillow Raceway Park with our bikes squished firmly in the bed of the Raptor.
This time, we headed east to Chuckwalla Valley Raceway, a new track midway between L.A. and Phoenix. But instead of hauling the bikes in the bed, we rented a trailer instead. Why?
Well, the Raptor's ground clearance might help it in the dirt, but it's a pain when you're trying to hoist 400 pounds of motorcycle into the bed. Ramps get real steep when they're perched on the tailgate of a Raptor. The low-lying trailer made loading bikes much easier and saved the Raptor's bed for random stuff like an EZ-up and a cooler -- two things you can't do without when you're hanging out in the middle of nowhere for a whole day.
Oh, by the way, the Raptor still gets terrible mileage. I didn't calculate the numbers just yet, but a quick at the stats says the Raptor got around 10 or 11 mpg for the trip. Gotta pay to play when it comes to this truck.
Ed Hellwig, Editor, Inside Line
October 13, 2010
Ed Hellwig and I found ourselves, our motorcycles and the Raptor refueling in the pre-dawn hours Monday morning on our way to Buttownwillow Raceway park. After a few gallons of Shell's finest and a load of IHOP pancakes we were off for a day of track riding.
October 06, 2010
I have no idea what Ford calls this thing, nor do I care, for Chevy did a pretty good job rechristening it the Man Step. In case you forgot, I've included the video below of former Raider, current Fox analyst and perpetual flat top aficianado Howie Long deriding a portly fellow who is struggles to disembark from his F-150's bed using the Man Step.
October 05, 2010
I was moving this weekend and when there's a pickup truck around, that's the vehicle you want. But since it's the Raptor, I felt compelled to take a detour whilst moving to jump the gorge.
Actually, the Raptor was a life/time saver this weekend. Even though it's the extended cab with the short bed, I was still able to fit this ridiculous amount of boxes back there. With help from a gnarly dolly cart courtesy the Edmunds video team, I was able to single-handedly load all this up in four trips (and given the bed extender, I could've taken more). Had I had anything other than a pickup, this would've taken forever to load, unload and move. Or, I would've had to pay my moving crew for the time needed to move it.
September 25, 2010
If there's one thing I love about trucks with an extra cab it's this: I can roll my bike in, drop the front wheel next to it and the whole mess stays put. There's easy access, it's secure and it takes only a few seconds.
Josh Jacquot, Senior editor
September 25, 2010
I've got a pickup truck, a day to kill and a need for a new workbench. Hey kids, buckle up, we're going to The Home Depot. As you can see in the photo below, the 72-inch long bench top and 2x4s didn't fit in the Raptor's bed with the tailgate closed. Which was cool, because it gave me an excuse to use the truck's bed extender.
Light duty for sure, but hauling lumber is hauling lumber. And hauling lumber is real truck stuff. Sorta. Whatever, the Raptor was up to the challenge.
August 02, 2010
This isn't Jellystone National Park, and the trash man only visits my parents' place to empty their single alloted can once a month. So Dad has a burn pile. Mom has a trash compactor. The garbage disposal (and toilets) drain into a leach field, so all table scraps and leftovers are instead stored and collected in containers that are summarily dumped once per week off the side of an old logging road that runs through their property, several hundred yards from any homes or human activity.
Something eats the stuff, 'cause it's all gone each time we come back. It could be a bear. It could be raccoons. It could be almost anything, and it probably is.