Well, that oughtta get some attention! it's a lie (all but the South Austin, Texas part) and I don't usually open myself up for abuse in an intro post, but this board's reputation perked my interest, I lurked a couple of days and registered and here I am. I'm an old fart, with a nineteen year old gearheads brain. I really like some of the old school roadsters, pickups, and thirties coupes. Generally, I care less about the forties and fifties units, though I admire the hard work and craftmanship that goes into them. And some of the "ratrods" show some good qualities, though lots of 'em strike me as a waste of parts that could have been put to much better use. I'm not always that diplomatic, but I _am_ new here. I was born on St Patrick's Day, in a year that shall remain unstated. Suffice it to say it was not far from the middle of the last century. For a long time I was a glutton for certain unnamed "party favors" but I got to feelin' _really_ bad behind that, and now choose to leave those for the rest of y'all. I used to build plastic models of cars, but now want to build up a few full scale pieces. I'm starting with what I call my "Rusty Ol' Truck", or sometimes my '46 Dakota - which is really descriptive of what I'm starting with. It's a '46 Dodge WD20 3/4ton pickup, to be upgraded with '91 Dodge Dakota running gear, and the rust eliminated. I'm going for a semi stock look, with the runnin'boards and full fenders, but some visual cues that it aint really that way. Also in the plan is some fairly serious motivational power and keepin' it all MOPAR. Guess that's a pretty good description of my illness, at least all y'all need to know for now. Looking forward to making some gearhead friends, learning some stuff about welding, fabricating, and body work and contributing whatever I can to the board and to members' projects when we get better acquainted. Bye for now. BC
I live in South AUSTIN, Texas, and I do know how to spell the name of the capitol of the great state I was born in! But sometimes both my typing fingers just kinda go off on their own, then sometimes my ol peepers don't catch a messup, then sometimes I can't get a darn message board to let me edit out the mistakes I do catch and preserve some small tiny shred of my pride. Oh, well, if that's the biggest mistake I make today - it'll be a pretty good day!!! BC
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