Bob Dofflow’s ’49 Ford
It’s 3:30 in the morning and I just woke up with a feverish sweat after a flu med influenced dream. I’m not thinking straight for certain, but I’m gonna write anyhow. Else, I might forget the hallucination I just enjoyed.
Obviously, I’ve been thinking about shoebox Fords a lot lately. It all started a few months ago when I re-obsessed myself with Jay Johnston’s Shoebox. Through a wild turn of events, that obsession grew into me owning what might be my favorite shoebox of all time. I’ve been tinkering with it ever since and enjoying the process of getting to know a really well built car.
You’d think that would be that and my obsession for exploring historical 1949 to 1951 Fords would be quenched. Oddly, my mind keeps working.
The dream revolved around a diving trip I took to North Carolina to view the sunken U-352. Silva and I were in my new shoebox headed east from Texas with tanks and gear in tow. Or so I thought. At the first gas stop, I got out to see that we were actually in Jay Johnston’s car… only it was a coupe. I was confused. Silva looked at me like I was crazy. And the trip carried on…
I woke soon after we ascended from the u-boat, but all I could think about was the coupe I saw. I knew it wasn’t a mental build and that I had seen the car before, but I couldn’t place it. On my phone, in the dark, and with the wife sleeping beside me, I got onto kustomrama.com and started searching. It didn’t take long for me to find it…
It’s the Bob Dofflow coupe from the Custom Cars 1956 Annual cover.
I think I’ve skipped over the car in the past simply because it’s a coupe… and I’m not particularly fond of chopped shoebox coupes, but Bob’s isn’t too bad. He had Don Roberts of Bear’s Custom Shop do the work right after he bought the car in 1950. The chop is right at 4 1/2 inches (or 4 1/4″ inches depending on which publication you believe). What I love, however, are the colors of the car and the little painstaking details like the air scoops above the headlights, the Merc bullets in the front bumper, and the Kaiser guards out back.
To me, this is what a “full” custom should be. Enjoy:
As I write this, I can’t help but worry about the small humiliation it might provide when I come off my flu meds. Don’t judge me fellas… I’m drunk on sirup, tapping away on a phone to get this done, and just about to fall back asleep.