My first bolt was my ’53. We were actively searching for one when my Dad called and said he saw one sitting behind a house in his neighborhood. Drove over and knocked on the door and the guy said it was not for sale, no way would he part with it. His family had owned it since it was new, never titled, never registered, never driven on the road.
We talked about the truck and trucks in general for a while and then the guy starts telling me his financial troubles. Turns out he’s behind and needs $300 for his mortgage. So I told him I’d give $300 cash for the truck. The rest is history.
I started keeping a journal on hours and expenses. I think one of the better moments of the restoration was when I pitched it in the trash and decided I would not worry about the costs, it was a hobby.
