Well, I have had a few beers to celebrate.
What a long strange trip it's been. I used to tell people three life lessons: don't join the Army before you graduate from high school, don't build a car in your garage ... on one more I seem to have forgotten over the years. It seems I have forgotten the second one as well.
I have no idea how much time or money I have spent. I know the initial investment was $300.05 from Ebay. But what did it pay me?
I have learned a lot along the way. Body work I thing being the skill I have mastered the most; and hated the most. I am unsure I could diagnose a problem easily - I have never been much of a diagnostic mechanic but I am pretty certain I could fix anything if I know what has broken on my 40.
Monniepoo really came through shipping the body from Cali. Thanks dbrown for the fenders. I think I got the hood form malphrus for the cost of the ride. The doors from Yoop for beers. I got the split case for free from who knows where. And then the endless list of vendors - well a short one probably. Cdan, Beno, CCOT, SOR, lcwizard (4+), sk8salamon for all the powder coating, my friend Tracy in Cartersville, GA for the paint, Eshan for selling a top to a guy who decided he did not want it and then sold it to me for cheap and then Ebay which got me my MAF disc brake kit for just a couple hundred bones. Romer's Mini truck PS thread, bowsers ailing 2F shipped to me from Oregon for nothing...Poser for answering his phone and letting apeterson burglarize his stash for me, Trollhole's carbs and a bunch of you knuckle heads in classified who sent me a bunch of crap I did not need and eventually resold or gave away before meeting those who sent me some s*** I could use!
Today I drove down a pretty desolate stretch of road that is called the 1 Loop Connector here in Georgia and calibrated my SpeedHut speedo. It was cold with no doors but I found my eyes wandering off the road, looking for something the low gears of my 40 would crawl up. Having spent plenty of time behind the wheel of a pretty built 40 running 35s I know what this struck wants to do and I miss it.
I saw hills and trails begging to be explored but I resisted the urge. There is much to still accomplish. But to feel the old 40 beg to be taken off road as I checked the transfer case and ran it through the high and low gears really made me feel like I had saved a life. After all, look how it started: a rust bucket from Jersey carried home on a trailer on a whim. My old parents and my wife thought I was nuts and at times I agreed. But given the tools and some patience, they can all be saved, or at least donate their vital organs to those who will be.
