I'll do my best to keep this intro brief, but I've been down a long road with this car already and a little background is going to be necessary if what follows is going to make any sense. I got bit by the bug to build a hot rod when I was in college. I lacked the resources or knowledge to do much, but I starting reading all the books and magazines I could get my hands on. While I was still in school, I completed an OT truck build with my dad, who is a very talented fabricator and mechanic. I learned a lot from him during that project about what it takes to do a job right, and that knowledge has guided everything I've done since. Thanks dad. By 2006, I had done my research and decided I wanted a Model A coupe or sedan. A kid I knew had a stock Model A chassis and was looking for a body to put on it. Through this search he stumbled across a "field of old cars" not far from my hometown and bought a Model A Tudor body. I jumped at the chance to go with him to pick it up, hoping that I might find something similar for myself. That didn't happen, but I fell in love with his car. It was pretty straight compared to some of the disasters I had looked at, and it was a '30-'31, which was what I wanted. We unloaded it and I left saying "if you ever want to sell this thing, call me first." It only took a few months for my phone to ring. He wanted an MG or some such nonsense and needed money. I used my first real, post-college paycheck to buy the car. Here's my dad and I taking it for a test drive the day it came home with me. That winter, I went to the GNRS for the '32 Ford 75th anniversary deal and was totally lit up. I bounced around the building like a heated atom, soaking up inspiration from the Great Ones that I had been reading about for years. While I was in LA, I went to the Petersen Museum to see the car that had been in my dreams since I was a little kid. I'll never forget walking up the stairs and seeing the Pierson Coupe for the first time. Your first impulse when you see that car, even when it's sitting still in a museum, is to duck and cover your ears. THAT was the feeling I wanted from my car. But how to make a Model a Sedan look less like a pregnant doorstop and more like a swoopy race car? (More on this later.) I was able to do a little work here and there over the next year or so, both in my dad's home garage and in the shop I was renting with some friends. I installed lower door skins and patched the cowl bottoms, but I still didn't have a chassis and, most importantly, I didn't have a clear direction. I knew that I wanted a big chop and a deuce shell. A lot of the chopped sedans that I saw (then and now) were ridiculously channeled and z'd clown-rods. I knew I wanted a "traditional" car, but I was still learning what that meant. I was also learning the hard lesson that it's much easier to daydream about throwing a hot rod together than it is to actually do it. As it turns out, youth and enthusiasm will only get you so far. Around this time, a friend found a craigslist ad for a dirt-cheap Model A frame a few hours away. It was complete with a very locked up driveline and engine, but missing the entire front suspension. I stripped the frame bare and it sat on blocks next to the body for some time.