my mom and Dad were married in 1950.... Mom's best friend lived on a farm... her parents had a 1933 ford pickup that was their farm truck....Dad always told them when they were done with it he wanted the old truck... in 1952 they gave dad the title for Christmas... The old truck didn't run anymore. . He went and drug it home and put it in the one car garage on the house.. He started working on it and over a period of a few years he chopped it 4 inches and channeled it 5 inches..... Dad started a business in 1963 and the truck was put on the back burner... l was born in 1955 and some of my earliest memories were playing ln the 33 pickup out in the garage. .. time marches on and in 2001 dad pushed the old truck outside and tore down the old garage and had a new one built... The old truck sat out back and in 2003 I went over and said if your not going to build the 33 I will.... He said take it home... I built a new 32 chassis... and I unchanneled it so I could fit in it....lol... I got the truck on the road in2008... I went and picked Dad up on his 81st birthday ... it was the first time he had ever rode in the truck andhe had it for over 50 years... He had a big grin on his face and said this isn't quite how I had it planned but it's pretty cool.... Dad past away shortly after that ..... I have pictures of it parked in the original barn where it was parked when it was new.... I have all the original paperwork .... it has spent the entire time within 15 miles of where it was bought new.... The 33 is going to go to a new home.... my son had a birthday and I gave him the keys last night ... it will be moving to his garage .... which is Dads old house.... I've got other hotrods but I will miss owning it .... i know where it will be and can still drive it.... I'm passing the torch just like dad did with me....
Very cool story and what a great way to keep its history, share it, and bring in the next generation at the same time!
Great story, I'm right at that point with my cars for the last few years age has slowed me down to the point I no longer can do all the things to keep them up and running. Yet I still enjoy them. My son has taken on the task of up keep and although I haven't given him the keys permanently he has enjoyed the cars anytime he wants.
Man,,,reading a story like this makes you proud to be alive and live in a country like we do! Awesome reading! Tommy
What a great heartwarming story...even got me a little "misty"...made me think back on projects with My Dad.
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