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Just finished my 37 wish they made more like these found this one at a yard sale for 10 bucks complete

I may have posted this before but I can't seem to find the topic. My wife's father owned his own local Texaco shop here in Richmond and raced this Ford all along the eastern seaboard. The only reference points I have to build this car are historical pictures from the net (whatever I can find, anyway...), some sketchy memories from his kids who were really young (ages 2~5), and this only pic of his actual car: From my brother-in-law's recollection, the fenders and wheels were black, the body panels are burgundy, and the roof line is white all the way back to the rear bumper (CORRECTION: white to the bottom of the rear window, burgundy all the way down to the bumper...). The bumpers themselves were metal girders attached to the chassis by the frame rails, and very little, if any, logos were on the car save for his name, the "number 9" on the door panels, and MAYBE a Texaco label somewhere in the back. Since he ran his own Texaco shop, he wasn't much in the way of advertising for anybody else, so he didn't decorate his car like all the others. What I'd like to know is info and pointers from those of you who have built these old racers. Specifically, I picked out this kit to build the car off of... From the looks of the image on the box I suspect the car is lowered somewhat so I'll have to actually beef up the suspension some to make it more natural looking. Any thoughts on this, or am I using the wrong kit for this project?

I really like this kit cheap price but very well made a must have thanks for lookin

Given the peculiar nature of the vehicle presented here, I thought it encumbent upon me to offer some explanation of how such a conveyance might come to exist. For that pupose I offer you... The Tale of Seamus McKinney's Truck Seamus McKinney lives on a modest fourty acre spread, north west of Eldora, Colorado. Sylas McKinney, Seamus' Granda', bought the land with the procedes from his partnership in the fourth of July Silver Mine (now a state park). Seamus' Father, Sean McKinney, ran off with a Lithuanian footwear model when Seamus was just a lad (just to be clear, the model was Lithuanian. The footwear was made in a dirt floored shack in Taipai under a French lable). Mother McKinney moved to Boulder several years ago to open a hand made candle boutique, Leaving Seamus the property, two goats, Roxanne the mule, and seven llamas. Now, about the truck. Three winters past, a flatlander was criusing the back roads in his four wheel drive F-150 when he spotted Puck and Ariadne frolicking in the snowy valley below (I may have forgotten to mention that the llamas were all named after mythological characters). He pulled off the road and got out to capture this peculiar sight with his trusty Nikon. Unfortunately, what he believed to be solid ground beneath his wheels was in fact a snow valence; a sort of shelf formed by wind currents sweeping snow up along a vertical ridge. This, of course, quickly succumbed to the weight of the vehicle leaving our intrepid photographer slack-jawed and shivering. The following spring, the insurance adjuster contacted Seamus, on whose property the truck had come to rest, to arrange for its' removal. Allways one to capitalize on a situation, Seamus offered his services (and those of his Fordson tracktor) to extricate the the unfortunate vehicle from the ravine in which it now rested, wheels-up, for the modest sum of $100. The adjuster (being also a capitalist) readily accepted the offer. As one might expect, the truck was immediately written off as a total loss. However, Seamus had noticed that the frame and running gear still seemed to be serviceable. Seeing this, a plan began to take shape. And so, after a brief negotiation, Seamus returned the "extraction fee" and took posession of the remains. Having righted the wreck, Seamus drug it behind the chicken coop where rested Sylas' '37 Ford pickup. The '37 was in relatively good shape aside from a blown engine and the predictable results of languishing under a tarp for thirty years. The grill had been replaced with sections of irigation pipe after an encounter with a near sighted big horn sheep. And so the work began to meld the two trucks into one. No longer would Seamus have to drive the Fordson into town to pick up a sack of McGruders Llama-Vite. Scratch built winch and hood hinges. Chasis, engine and running gear are from lindberg F150. More to come (as soon as I re attatch the license plate and exhaust tips that I knocked off durring the photo session)