I have no idea how I can loosen this without destroying it...

(First impressions on a restore)

TELL US YOUR STORIES:

How did you find your pride and joy, and how did you bring it back to life?

A QUESTION.

And the second question is:
Why did you do that?

Why did it mean so much to you?

(KPayne is not exempted from this thread)

-Yes I am a pain in the behind...

What brought an old truck back from the scrapheap, step by step

What Is Love?

"Love is non specific
It is a unique thing
It has nothing to do with what is
It may have nothing to do with what was.

It may be of art
It may be of people
It may be of thought
It may be of simplicity

It is profound
And it is simple
It is inexpressible
Yet it is said...

Love occurs when we find
That what we desire
Is before us in some way
That we cannot deny...

Love is that which sparkles brightly
Within our imaginations...."


~Wolf

 

found my 1940 9n on the side of the road. first step was getter running, Then make her pretty, Im somewhere between steps 1 and 2

 

My 69 was bought in the midst of a carefully planned project. First, I gathered the parts for a 300-6 twin turbo, then went on a search for the perfect truck. I settled on the 67-72 body style, the 67 and 69 specifically with there bright aluminum grills, hopefully a shortbed, and already set up for a 300-6. Somewhere about a year into my project, I moved to WA, lost half the parts for the 300-6, and finally found the longbed version of the truck I was looking for. So, I got the truck, started playing with it, and wound up driving it for the last year and a half.

 

I was 14 years old, found a wrecked 1934 Ford 3 window business coupe at a junk yard. It had no engine, transmission, rear end, interior was gone and the trunk was open to the interior. Just a shell with steering gear and a radiator. The glass was good and the gauges were still in the dash. No headliner but the masonite looking door panels were still there. The back splash panel had been caved in otherwise the car was straight. Heck, it shoulda been straight, those old cars were made of solid steel, not this flimsy crap of today. I bought the car for $10.00 and put it in my moms name, she signed for it. Got it home and the ol man went nuts. What in the world were you thinking bringing that piece of junk home? And then one of his buds showed up, marveled over the car and offered me a new, in the box, Corvette engine. His brother had bought it to put in his 'vette but ended up in prison, don't know why, didn't care either. Then the ol man got interested in doing a "roddy" so we started with the engine. My cousin, who still has a machine shop, did the engine over. Solid lifters, cam, Mallory dual point ignition, Hedman headers, Edelbrock intake, and a then large WCFB carb. We found an old Lincoln Zypher and got the transmission out of it. Went thru it and got it into the car. Found a 40 Ford 1 ton truck axle at a junk yard and hooked it up. The rear had 3.78 locking gears and man, did it forever work good. Put 8.50x 15 wheels on the back, 6.50x 15 on the front with 57 Plymouth large cone hubcaps. Reversed the shackles in the rear, added scavenger pipes with Cherry Bombs. Welded up nerf bars for the back and cut the splash pan off of the back. They called that bobtailling the 34. I then found seats from a Volkswagen. Had them redone, chromed all of the interior parts. Put a vacuum gauge, tach, oil pressure, temp gauge, voltmeter, all Stewart Warner black faced gauges with white lettering across the dash. Mounted the battery over the right rear wheel for traction, added a cold air box that used dry ice for the runs at the track, and everything I could chrome under the hood got it. The interior was painted metallic dark blue. That was also going to be the exterior color but never got that far. We had the car running in about 6 months. I drove it to school everyday. What a babe magnet! And of course, everybody wanted to run against it. I never street raced the car. If the cops ever saw you racing, it was pretty obvious who it was, not many 34 coupes around in those days. But like so many great things, it had to come to an end. My parents died and I had to go live elsewhere and while I was more than welcome, the car wasn't. I still miss the old girl and if I had the time and energy, I probably would try to find another one to play with. But the time and energy isn't there anymore, just fabulous memories.