Filed under: Hot Rods
I bet that I never own a 1932 Ford. It’s not that I don’t love them, it’s just that I don’t have the disposable income… and at the rate of which I’ve spit out kids in the last decade, I don’t see that dynamic changing much anytime soon. Of course, there are others in my boat due to differing circumstances. Take Pat Pryor for instance. He’s a young man in school and without a pot to piss in, but has always had a thing for deuces. How in the hell could he ever afford one? He couldn’t…
So, he’s building one. From scratch.
At the moment, he’s getting ready to tackle what might be the most important part of the job – the rear quarters. Follow along with the rest of us.