It was 1968 and Dad taught me how to drive in his ‘61 Ford F100 1/2 ton Unibody he’d bought new.
It got passed around the family for a number of years and then out of nowhere in 2005 my cousin who’d owned it for years calls me up and says I’ve got to get your dads truck out of here and would you be interested? Dad was living with me in Idaho at the time and he said hell ya. So off to Utah with a flatbed we go and brought it home to Idaho and there it sat until 2019. Then talking to my son-in-law Tom, he agreed to take on the daunting task of bringing dad’s truck back to life. It was a four year job with a complete off frame restoration but today it back to its original color, 292 V8 and 4 speed tranny with the exception of a ‘61 ford rear end. We did put front disc brakes on it as being a member of “Sisters on The Fly” camping club, pulling my 1962 Shasta trailer needed better brakes.
It’s truly great to save a piece of my family’s history and some day pass it on.
BTW, every time I drive it I can feel Dad sitting next to me.😁