In my life I’ve had the opportunity to wear a few hats. My grandfather always pushed for me to know how to make money with my hands. This way, no matter what happened, I could always have a way to provide for myself. The two things he showed me was fixing cars and swinging hammers. I’ve done both professionally and made good money doing both, so I have to admit, the man was 100% correct. Something about the cars meant a little more to me though. It was more than just a means to save money and make money. I found myself gradually doing things that made me revolve more and more around cars. It was a passion an addiction. Things really got out of hand once I got my learners permit. I remember my pops buying me my first clunker and immediately dumping all my money into the loudest, most obnoxious, house-shaking stereo I could cram in there. Fast forward many project cars later and I find myself taking my addiction to the next level. A few months ago I sold my shiny little Subaru and all my overpriced parts and picked up the cab of a 1949 Ford pickup. Talk about “going a different direction”! This project would be like nothing else I’ve ever built. No regard for being the shiniest, or most popular. No attempts and making something that everyone would love. Not some garage queen that never gets driven or beat on. Just a machine. My machine. The way I wanted it. I have many many months left of cutting, welding and grinding ahead of me. But that’s fine, no rush. Below are all the progress photos I have so far.
****UPDATED ON SEPT. 9-27-15. IMAGES CAN NOW BE FOUND HERE****