1955 Ford F100 – Ezra D.

My truck is from a junkyard in Nevada. It was in pieces (the whole front) and  stacked into the bed. The windows were broken out and the door was tied shut with a rope. It had a lot of dents and surface rust with about four different layers of paint.

I got back to Ohio where I live, and told my wife and 15-year-old daughter I bought a new truck, and they will be delivering it in a couple of minutes. They both went running to the window to see what I was so excited about. I will never forget their words, “Oh, my gosh! You have to be f–n’ crazy.” “That’s a pile of junk.” But not in my eyes. It was a 1955 F1 hundred short bed and it was beautiful. I helped the driver unload it and spent the rest of the day staring at it.

My dad came over the next day to check it out and his first words were, “I love it and when you get it done, I will buy it off of you.” To which I replied, “You’re my dad and if you want it, it’s yours.” So right away, he started telling me he wanted a big motor and automatic transmission.

The truck is done and I will be taking it over to my dad’s garage today. My dad is 90 years-old and he loves driving the truck. I guess the old saying about the apple not falling far from the tree is true.[lmc_story_gallery]