Well...it's been awhile and I feel like I need to devote some time getting the thread up to date and sort of explain why there's been no posting.
As evident in one of my last posts in this thread, I went to a few car shows with my dad over Labor Day weekend last year (2017). I had finished his car late summer 2016 but we had yet to get to a show together to show it off...this was the weekend. It was fantastic! We went to the Hamilton, IL show Friday night, Nauvoo IL Saturday, and hit Warsaw, IL Sunday. In between there we just drove around...him and I. We had a lot of laughs, got to catch up on a lot of time missed since I dont get a chance to get up to visit as much as I should, and just genuinely had an amazing time. Sadly, these would be the only shows we'd get to attend together. The universe is a fickle b*tch and she saw it fit to take him from me about three weeks later in a tractor accident. A couple of saving graces though; one was that weekend that I'll never forget and the other was that I was on the phone with him about 10 minutes before the accident. We had a great talk but I digress...
The thing is...cars, motorcycles, and engines in general was something I shared with my dad. He was always tinkering on something and I was right there with him. He encouraged me to build my 750F. He helped me with my 66 mustang when I first got it and didnt have a clue why it wouldnt start and was constantly backfiring (timing was a tooth off). It was what we would almost always talk about...either my car, his, or our myriad of vintage bikes.
The strange thing was, after he passed, I had to force myself to work on the car...I just didn't have it in me. I couldn't lose myself in the tedium of body work or disappear into my mind trying to figure out how in the hell I was going to get this TKO600 to fit right. All I wanted to do was get the body good enough to get it to my painter where it was out of my sight. I even tried putting the engine in along with all the bracing thinking, maybe the look and mean-ness of it would wake me out of this funk...it didn't. So, after about two weeks of relentless sanding...I shipped it off to paint where it's been since the middle of October.
Anyway, the loss still stings...but I'm starting to wake back up. I've managed to get back to tinkering on my old 750...and getting back to the 71 350 Scrambler I was building. I'm starting to feel like myself again...which is good because I have to decide on a color for my car within the next couple weeks. I'm probably going to have it back late June and then I'm going to need to get after it again.
During the visitation and funeral, the convertible was there. It was his pride and joy. Afterward, we parked it...it hasnt been turned over or uncovered since. In a couple weeks...i've decided I'm getting it out and sort out any issues it has from sitting.
Then my Dad and I are going to go for a long drive...
Engine and trans
Bracing
Loaded up for the trip to the paint shop...