1999 F150 Roush Mark Martin Special Edition
10-19-2010, 05:51 PM
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Looks like you already know of a good place to start looking for information on your truck. A couple people, including Mr. Hord and yourself have posted here with some information. Speak to Mr. Hord and see if you can get the contact #'s to their contact at Roush.
Looks like you already know of a good place to start looking for information on your truck. A couple people, including Mr. Hord and yourself have posted here with some information. Speak to Mr. Hord and see if you can get the contact #'s to their contact at Roush.
10-20-2010, 06:32 PM
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'99 Mark Martin Signature Edition F150
Hey Guys,
Here is some more pictures of my wife's truck!
Things Roush done to her!
She has been lowered 4" in the front, new springs and new shocks.
Lowered 3" in the rear.
Cat back single 3" exhaust with Flowmaster and Roush chrome tip.
Front bumper and airdam.
Fog lights.
Mark Martin's signature across hood and tailgate with # 6 in it.
Mark Martin Edition across windshield.
Mark Martin's signature on jump door with # 6 in it with Signature Edition written underneath.
18" Roush wheels with P295/457R-18 BF Goodrich tires.
There are flying V across the door to signify he drove for Valvoline.
Number 52 on front bumper signifying she is the number 52 of production.
Certificate of Authenticity came with the truck.
Roush floor mats.
Roush serial number on firewall.
And she runs like a scalded dog!
I thought she had the window sticker, but she does not!
Richard D. Hord
P.S. You can also view photo's at http://s668.photobucket.com/home/RDHord
Here is some more pictures of my wife's truck!
Things Roush done to her!
She has been lowered 4" in the front, new springs and new shocks.
Lowered 3" in the rear.
Cat back single 3" exhaust with Flowmaster and Roush chrome tip.
Front bumper and airdam.
Fog lights.
Mark Martin's signature across hood and tailgate with # 6 in it.
Mark Martin Edition across windshield.
Mark Martin's signature on jump door with # 6 in it with Signature Edition written underneath.
18" Roush wheels with P295/457R-18 BF Goodrich tires.
There are flying V across the door to signify he drove for Valvoline.
Number 52 on front bumper signifying she is the number 52 of production.
Certificate of Authenticity came with the truck.
Roush floor mats.
Roush serial number on firewall.
And she runs like a scalded dog!
I thought she had the window sticker, but she does not!
Richard D. Hord
P.S. You can also view photo's at http://s668.photobucket.com/home/RDHord
Last edited by Richard D. Hord; 10-24-2010 at 07:07 PM. Reason: Added info
10-20-2010, 07:43 PM
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This past summer I found a Greg Biffle special edition truck done by Roush, But that truck was painted all up in the granger paint..
I dont rember the number but it was a real low number of trucks made,
And of course I did not have my camera.
I think it was a 2000
I dont rember the number but it was a real low number of trucks made,
And of course I did not have my camera.
I think it was a 2000
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Richard, I bought a 1998 Nascar F-150 yesterday (photos to follow later when the weather allows some cleaning) and it got me to thinking about a 1999 Mark Martin truck that I saw when it was new....your wife's truck, as a matter of fact!
In 1956 my dad bought a house on 6 acres that was located 2 miles west of what would become the Watkins Glen Grand Prix track. I was born in 1967 and lived there until 2005.
I had my eye on your wife's truck from the moment that Specchio took delivery of it into his stock. No way I could ever afford it. He has always been notorious for being very stingy with his discounts. I know that he had the truck in stock for a very long time. For many months whenever I would go in for service of one of our vehicles I would see that truck still sitting there. And I did see it both with and without its decals. I always wondered what finally became of the truck. Finding the story here was thoroughly amazing! Three cheers to your wife for successfully getting the truck away from Specchio! It does my heart a lot of good!
Let me fill folks in a little bit more about Raphael "Junior" Specchio:
In the early 70s, that Ford dealership was under a different owner....a guy whom you could make a good deal with. In 1971, my family bought a 1968 Custom 2 door sedan from him. Shortly after, Junior's daddy bought the dealership for him. It all went down hill from there. Junior had enough money from his family that he could afford to hang on to new vehicles for a very long time if necessary. But he also had enough of his father's cronies in the Italian community in town that the majority of the 'built-in' customer base would either simply pay sticker price out of loyalty or get a discount as a same-ethnicity nod. Could anyone else get a discount? Forget it.
The first time we encountered Junior firsthand was in 1977, when we were looking at a new Jade Green LTD station wagon on his lot in May of that year. We had a Light Blue 1972 Mustang sportsroof to trade in. Well, all trade-ins were strictly book-value only....and as far as the price of the wagon, he said it was listed right there on the window sticker, take it or leave it. We left it.
Our barber of many years was the late Anthony "Tony" Ciccone. He was Sicillian. The next time we were in his shop, my dad mentioned Junior and his way of doing business. Now, you have to understand that Tony was a very easy-going, fun, warm-hearted person....super-nice guy. It took something really serious to make him mad. What did he have to say about Junior? This:
"Oh, that little no-good wop bastard....there was a day when I threw him out of the shop and told him to never come back!"
Tony went on to say that the day Junior had been in the shop he had been throwing his opinions around and arguing and picking fights with Tony's other customers!
Years later, I really tried with the guy. I was waiting for service on a vehicle and walked over to one of the second-hand stores in town. I found an old high school yearbook with one of Junior's sisters in it. I thought he might like to have it. I paid $20 for it and gave it to him. He thanked me. Seemed sincere, although he did try to pay me for it, but I refused. I thought just maybe....
No. The next time I saw him was Grand Prix Reunion Weekend in September, when everyone around the area gets together with their classic cars. His pattern was that he liked to have owners of classic Fords park their cars around his dealership to draw people in to see his inventory at the same time. The previous year, I and a buddy of mine had parked our old Rancheros at his place, and while we hadn't happened to see him in person while we were there, no problems arose at all. Well, this time I had a 1979 Thunderbird. White and blue, with T-tops and a 351 Windsor engine....so my license plate was AREA*351....quite an attractive car. When I arrived, I parked in a similar spot to the previous year. Junior rushes over "You can't park here! Get that car out of here!" I asked if he remembered me. "I know who you are. Get that thing out of here!"
As it happened, my battery took that golden opportunity to die. Click. Junior is standing there frothing at the mouth. I decide to appeal to his....business side....and ask if he will sell me a battery. "I'm not selling you anything, and if you don't get this car out of here, I'm going to call the cops!" I told him that I would walk over to NAPA and be back with a battery just as quickly as they could sell me one. That's what I did.
It took me a while to figure that out, but I finally did. A while previously, he had his guys dig a 78 Thunderbird out of a barn somewhere. It had only 17,000 original miles on it, but had not been started in over 20 years. I happened to be in for service one day when his guys were working on it....hammering on various parts that were locked up tight with rust. Even the valve covers were badly rusted. Well, after a lot of body filler and a cheap repaint he had put it out for sale at some astronomical price....this is the same guy who had wanted 4 grand for a 1973 Mercury Montego 4 door sedan that was all rusted out in the rear quarters and that he had NOT bothered to fill with bondo. The 78 Thunderbird was another one that sat for a long time, until the paint was badly bubbling. I don't know who the unfortunate person was who wound up with that car. But my car was just too much of a reminder of how he lost out on what he thought was going to be a great money making proposition. My car was in much better condition and he did not own it. And the whole thing was more than his ego could bear.
He never misses an opportunity to rub elbows with anyone of celebrity in the automotive world. He thinks he deserves to be lauded among them as a supporter. But it's all about him. And it was never about honest hard work and true dedication to people. He got where he is because his daddy bought him into it. And there are plenty of people around Watkins Glen who are not his fans and who wait for the banner day when he is finally out of the business.
Richard, if the day ever comes that your wife decides to sell her truck please have her contact me.
I think the truck and I bonded in our weariness of being anywhere near that guy....
Best Wishes,
David Baltzer
In 1956 my dad bought a house on 6 acres that was located 2 miles west of what would become the Watkins Glen Grand Prix track. I was born in 1967 and lived there until 2005.
I had my eye on your wife's truck from the moment that Specchio took delivery of it into his stock. No way I could ever afford it. He has always been notorious for being very stingy with his discounts. I know that he had the truck in stock for a very long time. For many months whenever I would go in for service of one of our vehicles I would see that truck still sitting there. And I did see it both with and without its decals. I always wondered what finally became of the truck. Finding the story here was thoroughly amazing! Three cheers to your wife for successfully getting the truck away from Specchio! It does my heart a lot of good!
Let me fill folks in a little bit more about Raphael "Junior" Specchio:
In the early 70s, that Ford dealership was under a different owner....a guy whom you could make a good deal with. In 1971, my family bought a 1968 Custom 2 door sedan from him. Shortly after, Junior's daddy bought the dealership for him. It all went down hill from there. Junior had enough money from his family that he could afford to hang on to new vehicles for a very long time if necessary. But he also had enough of his father's cronies in the Italian community in town that the majority of the 'built-in' customer base would either simply pay sticker price out of loyalty or get a discount as a same-ethnicity nod. Could anyone else get a discount? Forget it.
The first time we encountered Junior firsthand was in 1977, when we were looking at a new Jade Green LTD station wagon on his lot in May of that year. We had a Light Blue 1972 Mustang sportsroof to trade in. Well, all trade-ins were strictly book-value only....and as far as the price of the wagon, he said it was listed right there on the window sticker, take it or leave it. We left it.
Our barber of many years was the late Anthony "Tony" Ciccone. He was Sicillian. The next time we were in his shop, my dad mentioned Junior and his way of doing business. Now, you have to understand that Tony was a very easy-going, fun, warm-hearted person....super-nice guy. It took something really serious to make him mad. What did he have to say about Junior? This:
"Oh, that little no-good wop bastard....there was a day when I threw him out of the shop and told him to never come back!"
Tony went on to say that the day Junior had been in the shop he had been throwing his opinions around and arguing and picking fights with Tony's other customers!
Years later, I really tried with the guy. I was waiting for service on a vehicle and walked over to one of the second-hand stores in town. I found an old high school yearbook with one of Junior's sisters in it. I thought he might like to have it. I paid $20 for it and gave it to him. He thanked me. Seemed sincere, although he did try to pay me for it, but I refused. I thought just maybe....
No. The next time I saw him was Grand Prix Reunion Weekend in September, when everyone around the area gets together with their classic cars. His pattern was that he liked to have owners of classic Fords park their cars around his dealership to draw people in to see his inventory at the same time. The previous year, I and a buddy of mine had parked our old Rancheros at his place, and while we hadn't happened to see him in person while we were there, no problems arose at all. Well, this time I had a 1979 Thunderbird. White and blue, with T-tops and a 351 Windsor engine....so my license plate was AREA*351....quite an attractive car. When I arrived, I parked in a similar spot to the previous year. Junior rushes over "You can't park here! Get that car out of here!" I asked if he remembered me. "I know who you are. Get that thing out of here!"
As it happened, my battery took that golden opportunity to die. Click. Junior is standing there frothing at the mouth. I decide to appeal to his....business side....and ask if he will sell me a battery. "I'm not selling you anything, and if you don't get this car out of here, I'm going to call the cops!" I told him that I would walk over to NAPA and be back with a battery just as quickly as they could sell me one. That's what I did.
It took me a while to figure that out, but I finally did. A while previously, he had his guys dig a 78 Thunderbird out of a barn somewhere. It had only 17,000 original miles on it, but had not been started in over 20 years. I happened to be in for service one day when his guys were working on it....hammering on various parts that were locked up tight with rust. Even the valve covers were badly rusted. Well, after a lot of body filler and a cheap repaint he had put it out for sale at some astronomical price....this is the same guy who had wanted 4 grand for a 1973 Mercury Montego 4 door sedan that was all rusted out in the rear quarters and that he had NOT bothered to fill with bondo. The 78 Thunderbird was another one that sat for a long time, until the paint was badly bubbling. I don't know who the unfortunate person was who wound up with that car. But my car was just too much of a reminder of how he lost out on what he thought was going to be a great money making proposition. My car was in much better condition and he did not own it. And the whole thing was more than his ego could bear.
He never misses an opportunity to rub elbows with anyone of celebrity in the automotive world. He thinks he deserves to be lauded among them as a supporter. But it's all about him. And it was never about honest hard work and true dedication to people. He got where he is because his daddy bought him into it. And there are plenty of people around Watkins Glen who are not his fans and who wait for the banner day when he is finally out of the business.
Richard, if the day ever comes that your wife decides to sell her truck please have her contact me.
I think the truck and I bonded in our weariness of being anywhere near that guy....
Best Wishes,
David Baltzer
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One other funny little postscript to this. Specchio would always have an ad up in the little weekly pennysaver in Watkins Glen that was called the Hi-Lites. Well, one year he decided that he would adopt a new slogan for himself and his dealership:
Specchio Ford....Your Peace of Mind Dealer!
If that is not ironic enough, when it first appeared in
print and for numerous weeks thereafter until it was
corrected it actually appeared like this:
Specchio Ford....Your Piece of Mind Dealer!
Indeed, and oh so appropriate....because after dealing with him for
just a moment, folks were left wanting to give him a BIG piece of their mind.
Specchio Ford....Your Peace of Mind Dealer!
If that is not ironic enough, when it first appeared in
print and for numerous weeks thereafter until it was
corrected it actually appeared like this:
Specchio Ford....Your Piece of Mind Dealer!
Indeed, and oh so appropriate....because after dealing with him for
just a moment, folks were left wanting to give him a BIG piece of their mind.
05-08-2013, 08:26 AM
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Richard, I bought a 1998 Nascar F-150 yesterday (photos to follow later when the weather allows some cleaning) and it got me to thinking about a 1999 Mark Martin truck that I saw when it was new....your wife's truck, as a matter of fact!
In 1956 my dad bought a house on 6 acres that was located 2 miles west of what would become the Watkins Glen Grand Prix track. I was born in 1967 and lived there until 2005.
I had my eye on your wife's truck from the moment that Specchio took delivery of it into his stock. No way I could ever afford it. He has always been notorious for being very stingy with his discounts. I know that he had the truck in stock for a very long time. For many months whenever I would go in for service of one of our vehicles I would see that truck still sitting there. And I did see it both with and without its decals. I always wondered what finally became of the truck. Finding the story here was thoroughly amazing! Three cheers to your wife for successfully getting the truck away from Specchio! It does my heart a lot of good!
Let me fill folks in a little bit more about Raphael "Junior" Specchio:
In the early 70s, that Ford dealership was under a different owner....a guy whom you could make a good deal with. In 1971, my family bought a 1968 Custom 2 door sedan from him. Shortly after, Junior's daddy bought the dealership for him. It all went down hill from there. Junior had enough money from his family that he could afford to hang on to new vehicles for a very long time if necessary. But he also had enough of his father's cronies in the Italian community in town that the majority of the 'built-in' customer base would either simply pay sticker price out of loyalty or get a discount as a same-ethnicity nod. Could anyone else get a discount? Forget it.
The first time we encountered Junior firsthand was in 1977, when we were looking at a new Jade Green LTD station wagon on his lot in May of that year. We had a Light Blue 1972 Mustang sportsroof to trade in. Well, all trade-ins were strictly book-value only....and as far as the price of the wagon, he said it was listed right there on the window sticker, take it or leave it. We left it.
Our barber of many years was the late Anthony "Tony" Ciccone. He was Sicillian. The next time we were in his shop, my dad mentioned Junior and his way of doing business. Now, you have to understand that Tony was a very easy-going, fun, warm-hearted person....super-nice guy. It took something really serious to make him mad. What did he have to say about Junior? This:
"Oh, that little no-good wop bastard....there was a day when I threw him out of the shop and told him to never come back!"
Tony went on to say that the day Junior had been in the shop he had been throwing his opinions around and arguing and picking fights with Tony's other customers!
Years later, I really tried with the guy. I was waiting for service on a vehicle and walked over to one of the second-hand stores in town. I found an old high school yearbook with one of Junior's sisters in it. I thought he might like to have it. I paid $20 for it and gave it to him. He thanked me. Seemed sincere, although he did try to pay me for it, but I refused. I thought just maybe....
No. The next time I saw him was Grand Prix Reunion Weekend in September, when everyone around the area gets together with their classic cars. His pattern was that he liked to have owners of classic Fords park their cars around his dealership to draw people in to see his inventory at the same time. The previous year, I and a buddy of mine had parked our old Rancheros at his place, and while we hadn't happened to see him in person while we were there, no problems arose at all. Well, this time I had a 1979 Thunderbird. White and blue, with T-tops and a 351 Windsor engine....so my license plate was AREA*351....quite an attractive car. When I arrived, I parked in a similar spot to the previous year. Junior rushes over "You can't park here! Get that car out of here!" I asked if he remembered me. "I know who you are. Get that thing out of here!"
As it happened, my battery took that golden opportunity to die. Click. Junior is standing there frothing at the mouth. I decide to appeal to his....business side....and ask if he will sell me a battery. "I'm not selling you anything, and if you don't get this car out of here, I'm going to call the cops!" I told him that I would walk over to NAPA and be back with a battery just as quickly as they could sell me one. That's what I did.
It took me a while to figure that out, but I finally did. A while previously, he had his guys dig a 78 Thunderbird out of a barn somewhere. It had only 17,000 original miles on it, but had not been started in over 20 years. I happened to be in for service one day when his guys were working on it....hammering on various parts that were locked up tight with rust. Even the valve covers were badly rusted. Well, after a lot of body filler and a cheap repaint he had put it out for sale at some astronomical price....this is the same guy who had wanted 4 grand for a 1973 Mercury Montego 4 door sedan that was all rusted out in the rear quarters and that he had NOT bothered to fill with bondo. The 78 Thunderbird was another one that sat for a long time, until the paint was badly bubbling. I don't know who the unfortunate person was who wound up with that car. But my car was just too much of a reminder of how he lost out on what he thought was going to be a great money making proposition. My car was in much better condition and he did not own it. And the whole thing was more than his ego could bear.
He never misses an opportunity to rub elbows with anyone of celebrity in the automotive world. He thinks he deserves to be lauded among them as a supporter. But it's all about him. And it was never about honest hard work and true dedication to people. He got where he is because his daddy bought him into it. And there are plenty of people around Watkins Glen who are not his fans and who wait for the banner day when he is finally out of the business.
Richard, if the day ever comes that your wife decides to sell her truck please have her contact me.
I think the truck and I bonded in our weariness of being anywhere near that guy....
Best Wishes,
David Baltzer
In 1956 my dad bought a house on 6 acres that was located 2 miles west of what would become the Watkins Glen Grand Prix track. I was born in 1967 and lived there until 2005.
I had my eye on your wife's truck from the moment that Specchio took delivery of it into his stock. No way I could ever afford it. He has always been notorious for being very stingy with his discounts. I know that he had the truck in stock for a very long time. For many months whenever I would go in for service of one of our vehicles I would see that truck still sitting there. And I did see it both with and without its decals. I always wondered what finally became of the truck. Finding the story here was thoroughly amazing! Three cheers to your wife for successfully getting the truck away from Specchio! It does my heart a lot of good!
Let me fill folks in a little bit more about Raphael "Junior" Specchio:
In the early 70s, that Ford dealership was under a different owner....a guy whom you could make a good deal with. In 1971, my family bought a 1968 Custom 2 door sedan from him. Shortly after, Junior's daddy bought the dealership for him. It all went down hill from there. Junior had enough money from his family that he could afford to hang on to new vehicles for a very long time if necessary. But he also had enough of his father's cronies in the Italian community in town that the majority of the 'built-in' customer base would either simply pay sticker price out of loyalty or get a discount as a same-ethnicity nod. Could anyone else get a discount? Forget it.
The first time we encountered Junior firsthand was in 1977, when we were looking at a new Jade Green LTD station wagon on his lot in May of that year. We had a Light Blue 1972 Mustang sportsroof to trade in. Well, all trade-ins were strictly book-value only....and as far as the price of the wagon, he said it was listed right there on the window sticker, take it or leave it. We left it.
Our barber of many years was the late Anthony "Tony" Ciccone. He was Sicillian. The next time we were in his shop, my dad mentioned Junior and his way of doing business. Now, you have to understand that Tony was a very easy-going, fun, warm-hearted person....super-nice guy. It took something really serious to make him mad. What did he have to say about Junior? This:
"Oh, that little no-good wop bastard....there was a day when I threw him out of the shop and told him to never come back!"
Tony went on to say that the day Junior had been in the shop he had been throwing his opinions around and arguing and picking fights with Tony's other customers!
Years later, I really tried with the guy. I was waiting for service on a vehicle and walked over to one of the second-hand stores in town. I found an old high school yearbook with one of Junior's sisters in it. I thought he might like to have it. I paid $20 for it and gave it to him. He thanked me. Seemed sincere, although he did try to pay me for it, but I refused. I thought just maybe....
No. The next time I saw him was Grand Prix Reunion Weekend in September, when everyone around the area gets together with their classic cars. His pattern was that he liked to have owners of classic Fords park their cars around his dealership to draw people in to see his inventory at the same time. The previous year, I and a buddy of mine had parked our old Rancheros at his place, and while we hadn't happened to see him in person while we were there, no problems arose at all. Well, this time I had a 1979 Thunderbird. White and blue, with T-tops and a 351 Windsor engine....so my license plate was AREA*351....quite an attractive car. When I arrived, I parked in a similar spot to the previous year. Junior rushes over "You can't park here! Get that car out of here!" I asked if he remembered me. "I know who you are. Get that thing out of here!"
As it happened, my battery took that golden opportunity to die. Click. Junior is standing there frothing at the mouth. I decide to appeal to his....business side....and ask if he will sell me a battery. "I'm not selling you anything, and if you don't get this car out of here, I'm going to call the cops!" I told him that I would walk over to NAPA and be back with a battery just as quickly as they could sell me one. That's what I did.
It took me a while to figure that out, but I finally did. A while previously, he had his guys dig a 78 Thunderbird out of a barn somewhere. It had only 17,000 original miles on it, but had not been started in over 20 years. I happened to be in for service one day when his guys were working on it....hammering on various parts that were locked up tight with rust. Even the valve covers were badly rusted. Well, after a lot of body filler and a cheap repaint he had put it out for sale at some astronomical price....this is the same guy who had wanted 4 grand for a 1973 Mercury Montego 4 door sedan that was all rusted out in the rear quarters and that he had NOT bothered to fill with bondo. The 78 Thunderbird was another one that sat for a long time, until the paint was badly bubbling. I don't know who the unfortunate person was who wound up with that car. But my car was just too much of a reminder of how he lost out on what he thought was going to be a great money making proposition. My car was in much better condition and he did not own it. And the whole thing was more than his ego could bear.
He never misses an opportunity to rub elbows with anyone of celebrity in the automotive world. He thinks he deserves to be lauded among them as a supporter. But it's all about him. And it was never about honest hard work and true dedication to people. He got where he is because his daddy bought him into it. And there are plenty of people around Watkins Glen who are not his fans and who wait for the banner day when he is finally out of the business.
Richard, if the day ever comes that your wife decides to sell her truck please have her contact me.
I think the truck and I bonded in our weariness of being anywhere near that guy....
Best Wishes,
David Baltzer
That is so awesome! Yeah wife still has the truck. It has not changed much from when you last seen it. Bed tonneau cover, Mark Martin and Jack Roush signatures on the passenger side air bag and a Mark Martin dealership decal on the tonneau cover. Oh and a few extra miles, she just rolled over to 9,000 on our trip to Kentucky Speedway! (she is wore out LOL) I nicknamed her the "White Elephant" Wife did wanta sell her when Mark left Roush. I would not let her.
Richard D. Hord
P.S. Stay in touch!
