Once upon a time, there was a truck. A 1952 Ford flatbed pickup. For years it rolled happily around a farm in Utah helping haul stuff. Mostly bales of hay, tree limbs, picnic tables, and the occasional farm animal. It lived a useful life for a long time but was never considered a treasure.
It was just a work truck. The teenagers that helped haul the hay never took a second thought to throwing hay bales onto the roof of the cab when the height of the stack on the bed reached that level. It was just another place to stack a few more bales. Never mind that it flattened the cab.
Many summer seasons it was only driven a few dozen miles, maybe a hundred. The work became less and the sitting became longer. It got harder to start it again each spring. The grandmother passed away and left it to her son. He always thought of fixing the old truck up but never got around to it.
He left this world too soon and his family thought maybe the time was right to resurrect the old truck. Last summer, the old ’52 was loaded on a trailer and it’s rebirth began. The restoration, as you will see over the next few posts, is truly an art form. I hope you enjoy seeing the process.
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