My mother tells a story that I will probably will not get completely right, but it goes along the lines of that I was less than a week old when I went to my first old car "swap meet." I think she probably tells the story more like, "I had given birth less than a week before, and I found myself at an outdoor winter swap meet with a five year old and a newborn." But, whatever. It's all details. The point is, since that fateful freezy March day 42 years ago, I've followed around my Daddy, Jim, poking through cardboard boxes of car parts, sitting in on concrete floors in cold garages finding just the right wrench and standing at farm sales waiting for cherry pie. Well, probably a headlight rim to a '34 Chrysler, but ALSO cherry pie.My Dad, besides being a pie afficianado, knows about vintage cars in a frighteningly Rain Man sort of way. He grew up in an era where you built it and fixed it yourself, of hotrods and ratrods and streetrods and cruising on Saturday night...if you could get it started. Where others see a little piece of metal, he sees carburetor innards. From a 1939 Packard. He's especially knowledgeable of early Fords - Models A and T, and Studebakers if you have any questions...
This blog will highlight the pieces, parts and whole darned cars my Daddy and me find on my travels. Some for sale, some not. Looking for something specific, a dusty treasure that's still affordable? Looking for a few parts for your project? I just might know which barn they're hiding in.
I'll try to get him to post once in awhile to impart his vast knowledge, but until there's a combustion engine powered laptop, it's unlikely. In the meantime, stay tuned for my first "Barn Find."
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