8Feb17    Hopefully I’ve learned how to post more images than the featured image. Bear with me–there is a lot to learn.

Ellen and I spent Thanksgiving with our daughter Katie Marshall and family in November 2015. That’s when I prevailed on Perry to drive with me to Haxtun to seal the deal on the old pickup. The 1935 Dodge was looking good in the cold winter sunlight. I was smitten at first sight. This is by no means my first old car adventure. Almost too many to count by now. But I saw potential.

Katie definitely deserves the first ride in the old Dodge when it finally emerges as a “resto mod” in full glory. On the other hand, that might be Perry on the other side of the camera–in which case Katie still gets the first ride but Perry is next.

It is either a talent or curse to recognize the potential in an old classic pickup. Does this look like target practice material to you, or something that might be automotive art–so beautiful that it must certainly appear on the cover of Classic Trucks?  You can guess how I saw it. If you see it as a target, you aren’t the only one. Someone already beat you to it.

The image on top was taken of the truck in front of the Marshall home. That’s as good as it gets or, as bad, depending on your viewpoint. The image represents the apogee of the truck’s deterioration. It never got worse than this. When you see the truck being torn down to the last nut and bolt you might be tempted to say that was worse. But to me it is all uphill from this point.  Aren’t you excited to see how this unfolds? I am.

The pickup traveled from my daughter’s Katie’s home near Fort Collins, in a trailer to Ephraim, arriving on January 11, 2016 more than a year ago. I managed to be ungloved long enough to snap a few photos.