Time to get Baby Blue some new shoes. Two & a quarter inch white wall American Classic tires. Mounted on chrome rims with baby moon hubs…whaaaaaaaat am I even saying right now?
So the other day G informs me that The tires on the 1951 Ford were 50 years old. See Old tires>> the 51 is his retirement project that began with a rusted out old Ford. This picture is after he had done the first layer of body work.
Then one day I pulled in the garage and the top was cut off of the old car taking up the space I park.
He told me he was going to chop it (which is apparently difficult ) & French it (which conjures other images). Then he said “Worst case we have a convertible!” This did not ease my mind, but about a year later he accomplished it.
So here it is just before paint, after hours and hours of patient body work. Lots of hours of hand sanding to get the angles right and the windows cut.
G looses track of time when he is working on the Ol’ Ford. He would sleep out there if it weren’t for me calling him in, like a mom calling a little kid playing kick the can until dark thirty on a summer night. Here he is reworking the entire wiring system.
On to the engine which he kept on a stick covered with a Toys R Us bag. (Which I found appropriate).
Then one day it was just time. Time to put the engine where it belonged. It started right away to our delight.
After a lot of hard work it turned into a beautiful piece of art.
Having old car means meet ups at burger joints and lots of discussion about flatheads, V8s , cams & other engine speak. Meanwhile I am zoning out to the 50’s music and trying to ‘fit in’.
The key to happiness may be building a custom car, who knows. All I know is it makes him happiest when he smells motor oil and hears the roar of a good strong engine. Secretly I am glad that Baby Blue needed new shoes.
G says it drives so much better he’s driving it everyday. Kachow!