Dad bought this car in 1977, drove it for a few years and parked it after a spun bearing. Fast forward to summer of 1999, I talked Dad into finally fixing her up after all these years. He agreed that when he retired in a few years, we would restore it together. Fall of 1999, Dad was diagnosed with small-cell lung cancer and was gone by winter 2000. The following spring, I started the tear down process and brought her back to life over a five year span, working spring through fall. Everything you see here is my first attempt at everything. First engine build, first transmission build, first crack at body work and metal fabrication, first paint job and first upholstery install. I don't have digital pics of the car as it sat, but I do have some during the resto. I was six years old the first time I rode in this car, and thirty-six the first time I drove it.
