12/27/2007- After a month with the frame here we are, not as easy as I thought it would be. I thought the wheels would be an easy find...I woke my Dad up in the morning and drug him out to a junk yard in below zero weather. After hours of searching we found the set of wheels we wanted. I thought my Dad would have a good time but he whined about the cold the entire time. I felt bad later when he was sick the next week with a cold. 
So Nick finally got me to cave and he purchased a 1927 Ford Model T. After some serious research (3 months of our lives) and some long trips (16 hours and 3 states) coming back empty handed, Nick finally found a car in some guys ditch. Literally a ditch. He was working and driving through the middle of nowhere and spotted this piece of rust (or diamond in the rough as Nick would say). I am not kidding, when I went with him to pick it up he must have had binoculars to see this. It was overgrown with weeds and grass. I am not sure how anyone could have seen it but I guess if you want something that badly you have some sort of radar.
So when Nick found it he decided he had to have it. They parked the truck and went climbing through the weeds, then decided it was safer to ring the doorbell to the owners house than risk being shot for trespassing. A couple of days later after Nick got done convincing the owner to sell, the whole family took a road trip to this guys house. We paid him and they decided that today was the day. Nick called his brother who in return met up with Nick and they drove the trailer to get the goods. Once there the car was so buried in brush and located on the bottom of a hill that there was no way any piece of machinery was going to be helpful. SOOOOOOO they (Nick, Scot and the owner) decided the best way to move it was to carry it up the hill. I am surprised no one got hurt. But anyway that is the story of the new car.
We scoured the countryside for a car and found one in our own backyard. Literally a backyard. Here we are in our shining moment of glory. Its OURS and at OUR house......my gosh what are the neighbors going to think?
Here it is finally in the garage. Waiting for the action.
This was the proud home of one fat field mouse who happened to make his way into our house.......he didn't stay for long.
Looks like the car has been used for someone's target practice.
Its seen some better days.
Here's a closer shot of all the rust.
Hers's a look at the back end. The trunk and the panel below the trunk need to be removed and replaced. The rest of the car will be patched in eight inches from the bottom.
Most of the car was held together by flat head screws and rivets. Imagine 80 years of rust between you and a fresh start. Nick cleaned up at least 2lbs of rust everytime he worked on this thing.
We are going to chop the top on this bad boy. The tape line shows where the roof is going to be. I think around 8 inches.
Here the cowl is removed (and for us idiot's that is part of the front).
Here is the most recent look. Its stripped down and ready for media blasting. Hopefully there will be something left.
So when Nick found it he decided he had to have it. They parked the truck and went climbing through the weeds, then decided it was safer to ring the doorbell to the owners house than risk being shot for trespassing. A couple of days later after Nick got done convincing the owner to sell, the whole family took a road trip to this guys house. We paid him and they decided that today was the day. Nick called his brother who in return met up with Nick and they drove the trailer to get the goods. Once there the car was so buried in brush and located on the bottom of a hill that there was no way any piece of machinery was going to be helpful. SOOOOOOO they (Nick, Scot and the owner) decided the best way to move it was to carry it up the hill. I am surprised no one got hurt. But anyway that is the story of the new car.
We scoured the countryside for a car and found one in our own backyard. Literally a backyard. Here we are in our shining moment of glory. Its OURS and at OUR house......my gosh what are the neighbors going to think?
Here it is finally in the garage. Waiting for the action.
This was the proud home of one fat field mouse who happened to make his way into our house.......he didn't stay for long.Looks like the car has been used for someone's target practice.
Its seen some better days.
Here's a closer shot of all the rust.
Hers's a look at the back end. The trunk and the panel below the trunk need to be removed and replaced. The rest of the car will be patched in eight inches from the bottom.
Most of the car was held together by flat head screws and rivets. Imagine 80 years of rust between you and a fresh start. Nick cleaned up at least 2lbs of rust everytime he worked on this thing.
We are going to chop the top on this bad boy. The tape line shows where the roof is going to be. I think around 8 inches.
Here is the frame from speedway for the hotrod project. Special order for Nick.
Here the cowl is removed (and for us idiot's that is part of the front).
Here is the most recent look. Its stripped down and ready for media blasting. Hopefully there will be something left.
