Ok, this morning I'm drunk and in TEARS over being banned from the pompass ass site. Ok, maybe not "tears" as much as laughing over it. Anyway, someone knocks at the door, my wife's little ankle biters start barking, I get up, one shoe on, one in hand.
There is a guy standing on my porch asking "who owns this truck out here?" I said its my model T (ummm dude, its in my driveway, whos would you think it is?). He says, "you looking for another project?" Ok, sure, I'll bite, what do you have, and how much?
He says "its on my trailer out here, I was moving it to storage after it not selling at the car show. I was asking $2700 at the show, and I could probably get $700-800 for it, but if you want it, it is a '47 Studebaker truck, I'll take $200".
Now, I sure the heck didnt wake up thinking, boy, I need a Stude project, but for two bills, ok, twist my arm. [cl
The body is pretty damn straight. The bed is full of the motor and tons of spare parts. Life is good sometimes.
There is a guy standing on my porch asking "who owns this truck out here?" I said its my model T (ummm dude, its in my driveway, whos would you think it is?). He says, "you looking for another project?" Ok, sure, I'll bite, what do you have, and how much?
He says "its on my trailer out here, I was moving it to storage after it not selling at the car show. I was asking $2700 at the show, and I could probably get $700-800 for it, but if you want it, it is a '47 Studebaker truck, I'll take $200".
Now, I sure the heck didnt wake up thinking, boy, I need a Stude project, but for two bills, ok, twist my arm. [cl
The body is pretty damn straight. The bed is full of the motor and tons of spare parts. Life is good sometimes.
