Welp, the time has come. The truck is a 1969 F100 with a 300 paired to a C4, of which I've already built up to handle some power. It's got the Flex-O-Matic springs and absolutely zero luxuries. Manual steering, manual brakes, no radio, no AC, no nothing you could ever want. And you know what? I love it for that. It was bought as a work truck, and work it does well. My distributor's vacuum spark advance and retard diaphragms are both broken, my gaskets and rear main seal are all leaking, my carburetor desperately needs a rebuild, my insurance is now up and thanks to emissions testing that I can't pass, I can't re-insure the truck. Obviously, this means tear it down. I've always wanted to restore a vehicle, so this is my time.
I'm 18 years old. I bought the truck when I was 16 in Puyallup, WA and drove it home to Langley, BC in second gear as third gear wouldn't get up off its lazy ass and function properly, winding away at 45mph and who-knows-what RPM. I didn't actually have a driver's license at the time. The truck has treated me well. To my surprise, despite its issues, it's never failed me and I can't thank it enough. I can't neglect it any longer though; I'd been holding off on repairs for this moment. I suppose when you take a truck that sat for 16 years in someone's backyard and then daily drive it for a couple years, you're going to run into some inevitable issues. It's time to address those and it's time to improve upon them.
I've rebuilt bikes, I've rebuilt motorcycles; it was only a matter of time until I got into rebuilding the big four wheelers. I'll be building the engine and restoring the chassis. I'll also be body swapping and repainting the truck. Nothing will be left untouched.
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