Cleaning the bottom

Last summer I finally pulled the cab of my truck off of the frame and started cleaning up the disgusting mess that was in there. There were about 20 wasp nests in the cab. They were everywhere. Up under the dash, in the window frame spaces in the door, in the defrost duct work, the glove box, argh! Stupid wasps. I eradicated their living spaces.

I pulled the cab off using my engine hoist and a 6x8 timber and I put it on my trailer and hauled it to the local sandblaster. The operator told me that he might warp the sheet metal and that it would cost over $200. That was more risk and more money than I had imagined, so I decided to do my own work. I have a little sandblaster and the tools to grind off the rust so I am taking my time and being careful.

Here I am welding the crossmember to the new rocker panel. One of the final steps in replacing the old rusted-out rocker panel.

I started cutting out many of the rusted out spots and replacing them with new metal. I used my old MIG welder for most of the patching. The MIG welder is fast, but I prefer the finish the TIG welder leaves. Less grinding with the TIG, but in this case I don't mind the thicker welds under the cab.

I am grinding off all the old rust and undercoating to prepare for fresh paint and undercoating. The old undercoating is over 50 years old and its dry and flaky so it's time to be freshened up.

At this point in my truck project I am grinding off the rust from the bottom of the truck. I have patched a lot of things on the cab and mounted the cab on a wheel frame. I'd like to build a rotisserie, but for now I just roll the cab and work on the bottom.

Why I Like Old Trucks

My dad's was not this nice, but the same style

It was green and big. Something about that truck just seemed trustworthy and honest. Back in 1966, it was my dad's 17 year old truck. Yeah. A 1950 GMC pickup.

I thought it was a really cool looking truck. And it was green, my favorite color.

Soon after, dad traded in the GMC Truck for a new 1966 ford pickup. While it was nice, it wasn't as cool looking.

I still like the old trucks. My favorite is the 56 Ford Pickup. I own two of them, neither of them runs. I had the money to buy them, but no time to restore them.

In 1992 I ordered a brand new 4-wheel drive Chevy pickup in electric blue. I really liked that truck, but I only kept it for 4 years. I sold it because I wanted to buy a 56 Ford pickup. I found one in California. So I sold the truck and was about to go pick up the 56 Ford pickup in California. I was living in Spanish Fork, Utah.

There were several problems that would see me unable to complete my objective.

1. I called the guy in California. He changed his mind. He decided to keep the truck.

So I went out to California and I couldn't find any decent trucks in my price range, $5000.
I drove some that were just barely driveable. Some real hack jobs. Finally I found one that ran. It had a 390 in it. I bought it for $1200.

It didn't drive that well. It wandered. The steering gear was shot. The top speed was about 60mph and even at that relatively safe speed, a bump in the road would cause it to veer into the next lane. There was about a half a turn in the steering wheel of play.

In Mesquite Nevada at the Oasis I stopped for the night. In the morning I got up and tried to start the truck. It wouldn't start. The engine turned over fine, but it wouldn't start. It took me a day and a half to figure out that I wasn't going to be able to start it. I checked the three main things: Compression, Gas and Spark. All three were working. I knew it was probably the timing belt, but I didn't want to work on that in a casino parking lot in 100 degree weather. So I rented a U-Haul truck and a dolly and pulled the truck home.

The Truck from California

Yeah. It was the timing belt. I fixed the timing belt and drove the truck for a year. Then I went to fill the truck up one day. After I filled it up it started smoking. I made it to work and then had to tow it home. I found out that the Spanish Fork Flying J gas station had accidentally filled their premium tank with diesel. That was the last time I drove that truck. I drained the tank and got it started, but decided it needed to be restored. So I have it on the side of the house waiting.

And there it will wait for a while longer because I am restoring another truck that I bought in 1996 from a junk yard. This truck has a Volare front clip and no motor. That is the truck that I'm restoring first.

Why that one? Well without a motor it is more like a blank sheet. I can start from scratch.

This is the beginning of my restoration adventure.

This truck is project #1