I've wanted to do this for quite a while and share my story and journey with one particular car I have been building on and off for the last few years, my 53 Chevy 210. For many reasons, but mostly for motivation to continue the build and the chance to motivate others to keep building and enjoying cars. Feel free to skip ahead to the pictures if you must..(its what i do most of the time!) About six years or more ago, I bought a 53 Chevy 210 off of craigslist from a guy in the Sacramento area. I live in So-Cal, so I bought the car sight unseen (except for pictures) knowing only that it had a fairly new rebuilt 235 out of a 57 truck, with a 3 speed manual and an "Ok" body. So with the agreement that the guy (can't remember his name) would pick me up from the airport, I bought a one way ticket to Sac and left with nothing but a bag of hand tools and the clothes on my back. The plan was to drive back from Sacramento (alone) in a car i knew nothing about, in the middle of the summer (it was late June I think) in California. SMART. Things got off to an amazing start at the San Diego airport when I had to check a duffel bag full of wrenches/scissor jack/zip ties/screw drivers and various rolls of tape and other nonsense. So after the poor 100lbs chic working the ticket counter pretty much threw a disk in her back lifting the bag onto the baggage belt I quickly made my way to the security check where my trip took and unexpected detour. No sooner had I made it through the metal detectors, was when I was surrounded by no less than 5 TSA agents (im kind of a larger guy..my best friends call me Meathead). So there I am, in a private room surrounded by 3 TSA personnel, where I was asked to empty my pockets. Thats when I pulled out an envelope with no less than 8500 bucks in 100 dollar bills (for the car and trip expenses of course). It was right then that i realized i wasn't going anywhere for quite some time. After a pat down/strip search that had more hands on than a prom afterparty, over the course or nearly and hour and half...I finally convinced them that I was not the terrorist/contract killer they thought I was, and that I was merely on my way to pick up a near 60 year old car that might require various repairs along the way home. Long story short, I was the last one on the flight which i almost missed. I arrived to Sac, met the dude, got my car and was on the road driving back to San Diego within a few hours. The motor was pretty tits, it had a dual carb setup with 2 Rochester B's, dual exhaust, a mild cam...the body however, was another story. It was pretty beat up from the feet up. It looked like 10 pounds of hammered dog shit in a 2 pound bag. Lots of shitty repairs that looked like they were done with the enthusiasm of someone trying to pass a kidney stone. But, there I was, and there was no turing back.."nothing a little time and money wont fix" I thought. So, I gave the dude his bread and off i went like a fart in the wind. It was hot. Hot ass hot. But the car was a champ, and mile after sweltering mile I was falling deeply in love with this turd. My apprehension for the drive turned into pure bliss, as i even started to take back roads to further add to the nostalgia of the whole experience. I made it all the way back in 100+degree heat (even charged the grapevine!!) all the way to San Clemente before my distributor started to take a shit. I adjusted it on the side of the road and got it firing well enough to limp the rest of the way doing about 30mph, missing firing and barking all the while. It was awesome. Within a few weeks I wanted to get at this thing in the worst way... I wanted to chop a car more that anything. Nevermind that i had no idea what i was doing, but a close friend of mine had chopped a car and I figured how hard could it be?...So began the journey of my first chop ( and body repair)... Sorry in advance for how crappy these first photos are, they were taken with a disposable camara..