Monday, May 17, 2010
Finally got a day to work on the '31 with my Dad. The coupe sits on the side of his house and waits patiently for a little love, and this weekend we were able to assemble and install the floors, pedals to trunk, and also start figuring out the seat/steering dynamics. Everything's hand cut and designed as we go, modified as we find things don't fit, and reworked as we find we like something better. THIS is the difference between the "hot rod guys" you'll encounter: Some build and drive their cars. Some buy and trailer and "show" their cars.
The seat was a find, though, form a local guy who had it redone and found it didn't fit his chopped project. We'll make it work. My Dad built a sweet riser for it, but it rose a little high, so he's breaking it down and redesigning it. The car's pretty much a "kit car" at this point, with all of our parts pretty much ready to go, just little time to assemble. Maybe by the end of the summer she'll be on the road. Keep yer eyes peeled.
So, little to no work on the '31 coupe due to a little fender bender, courtesy of the neighbor "kid", who hit and ran the old girl in the early morning hours while "talking on his phone". He claims he was doing 15 miles an hour, which is pretty amazing, as his Honda Celica must have magically become a Sherman tank for a few moments, to push my '51 up the hill like it did. Anyways, my OTHER, more loving and caring neighbors, helped me track down the culprit and his insurance paid out nicely.
Even nicer, though, is the fact that my Dad still has my Grampa's body hammers. My Grampa was a body man back in the day. We wrestled the lower fender out with a 2"x4", and my Dad went to work with the hammers. While the old girl was still "under the weather", we figured we'd upgrade a bit and switched out our shifter for a Gennie and put in a brand new wood kit in the bed.