Hello All!
I'm nnew to Ford Barn, and actually, I'm a die hard Mopar guy, so don't try to hate on my too much. The reason I'm here is a funny story though. I typed it all up before, it came out to be a novel, but I never hit the submit button and my laptop battery died. So, I'll give you the Readers Digest version. of it.
My great grandpa many years ago, was into restoring the oldies, and had a fondness for Model A's and T's. His last project was a 1928 Sport Coupe, that as the story goes, was a cab from one car, frame and engine from another, and a whole host of other missing parts from catalogs.
Well, to avoid bitterness when he died, he sold it to my grandpa. After running it through a parade or two, it sat in a garage bay at their cabin for years.
(Here's when I come in) From the time I was little, I loved to go out and stare at the old girl, it really was a gem, and it was built by my great grandpa non the less. I would always joke with my grandparents, that it needed to be written into the will for me.
(On a side note, we had the Model A running about 2 years ago, and I had the awesome opportunity to work on it with my great grandpa, grandpa, and dad.)
So, this June, I was opening presents during a family party for my high school graduation, and I came to my grandparents present. It was an envelope, and i was expecting cash and a card. I was dead wrong. The envelope had the title to the Model A. It was mine. After all the family joking, it really was mine, this came from approval from my great grandpa too of course, and he couldn't have been happier. (Yep, he's 95 and still as strong as an ox . . . a little slower ox though)
My dad and I finally had a weekend to ourselves, so we went up to the cabin and hauled the Model A back down to my grandpa's shop and started working on it. (this time, it's the other grandparents. Mom's side gave it to me, dad's side is working with me)
Now this really has become a bit of a family affair. We've tightened the steering, fixed the horn, cleaned out the gas tank, and she's purring like a four cylinder.
Tonight I had the opportunity to drive my baby, we finally got it in road worthy condition and it was an absolute blast. We had myself and dad in the cab, and Grandma and Grandpa in the rumble seat. It was a good thing we were on old country roads, because I still need to work on my double clutch downshifting. Pretty tricky.
We're going to bring it back in town this next Saturday for my first car show, and I couldn't be more excited. I'm like a kid in a candy shop right now. Don't worry, I'll get some pics up, but not tonight.
Well folks, that's my Ford story. I may still love Mopar, but there's a soft spot for my baby. I named her Charlotte. Seemed like an older name, but still very classy even in today's world. Just like the car itself.
I'm nnew to Ford Barn, and actually, I'm a die hard Mopar guy, so don't try to hate on my too much. The reason I'm here is a funny story though. I typed it all up before, it came out to be a novel, but I never hit the submit button and my laptop battery died. So, I'll give you the Readers Digest version. of it.
My great grandpa many years ago, was into restoring the oldies, and had a fondness for Model A's and T's. His last project was a 1928 Sport Coupe, that as the story goes, was a cab from one car, frame and engine from another, and a whole host of other missing parts from catalogs.
Well, to avoid bitterness when he died, he sold it to my grandpa. After running it through a parade or two, it sat in a garage bay at their cabin for years.
(Here's when I come in) From the time I was little, I loved to go out and stare at the old girl, it really was a gem, and it was built by my great grandpa non the less. I would always joke with my grandparents, that it needed to be written into the will for me.
(On a side note, we had the Model A running about 2 years ago, and I had the awesome opportunity to work on it with my great grandpa, grandpa, and dad.)
So, this June, I was opening presents during a family party for my high school graduation, and I came to my grandparents present. It was an envelope, and i was expecting cash and a card. I was dead wrong. The envelope had the title to the Model A. It was mine. After all the family joking, it really was mine, this came from approval from my great grandpa too of course, and he couldn't have been happier. (Yep, he's 95 and still as strong as an ox . . . a little slower ox though)
My dad and I finally had a weekend to ourselves, so we went up to the cabin and hauled the Model A back down to my grandpa's shop and started working on it. (this time, it's the other grandparents. Mom's side gave it to me, dad's side is working with me)
Now this really has become a bit of a family affair. We've tightened the steering, fixed the horn, cleaned out the gas tank, and she's purring like a four cylinder.
Tonight I had the opportunity to drive my baby, we finally got it in road worthy condition and it was an absolute blast. We had myself and dad in the cab, and Grandma and Grandpa in the rumble seat. It was a good thing we were on old country roads, because I still need to work on my double clutch downshifting. Pretty tricky.
We're going to bring it back in town this next Saturday for my first car show, and I couldn't be more excited. I'm like a kid in a candy shop right now. Don't worry, I'll get some pics up, but not tonight.
Well folks, that's my Ford story. I may still love Mopar, but there's a soft spot for my baby. I named her Charlotte. Seemed like an older name, but still very classy even in today's world. Just like the car itself.
The second picture has my nephew, me, dad, grandpa and great grandpa (Yes, that's five generations) The third picture is my dad, grandpa, and great grandpa working in the cabin garage and getting her running.
