As those that follow my little adventure know, I’ve been sidelined for several months now with some gravity induced injuries. Because of this I have time on my hands…lots of time. To keep me occupied, I have been going through boxes and boxes of old photographs.
Looking back through these old photos I realized that I was a born renovator.
As a child I took every clock, watch or anything else that had screws apart. I couldn’t get it back together – but I sure could get it apart.
My first car.
Back when I was young getting your first car was a big deal. Not a car you borrowed from your parents, but a car you picked out and paid for – you had ownership. If you were a guy in 1972 you would probably think this was pretty cool.
Just look at that baby! Now she didn’t look this bad when I found her. I just can’t seem to find the picture that showed she did indeed come with fenders and a back door. This was a shot a week later – the back door sort of fell off – something about no hinges. For the record, it’s a 1930 Model A Town Sedan. Just think of the possibilities!
This optimism translates to home renovations. You know who you are. You walk into a house and you see the potential – your spouse sees leaky ceilings, dilapidated floors and basically a train wreck with a roof. You see a house that will one day grace the pages of Architectural Digest. You are born with this optimism – it’s genetic. You can’t help it.
If you had the forethought to renovate a car – knowing in the future, some 40 years later you would renovate a home – you would buy a car that needed not only a mechanic, but a carpenter as well.
So I got to work, like any 18 year old would do. Notice the new wood roof and door parts – and new wood floorboards too. This was the last project I got to work on with my dad. His father was a pattern maker for the Murray Body company – one of two companies that provided Ford with the Town Sedan bodies for these cars.
But not me – I’ll make it 100% stock. Here you see all of the drum brake parts – everything brand new or machined from scratch. Oh, and if you happen to have a Model A and you need your brakes adjusted – stop by – I still have my brake wrench.
But, like any renovator – once you reach the finish line it’s time to move on. So I sold the old girl a year later and got this pair.
Once a renovator – always a renovator.