After leaving for college I left the car in my dad's hands, and he drove it for years, finally selling it with a tear in his eye. My attention turned to aircooled VWs, and through the early days of my marriage we bought and sold three of them.
I bought a 1940 Ford sedan delivery in 1985, and sold it in 1993 after fixing all the rust and replacing the floor pan, adding a Mustang II front suspension, and a parallel leaf rear. The next project was a 1946 Ford coupe, which received a small block Chevy. After that was a 1962 Chevy stepside in 2001, which was a basket case, but was built to completion:
This truck marked the beginning of my shift from early Fords to more modern cars. I love the shape and style of the '32-'48 Fords, but like aficionados of Model Ts and Model As, those who love the V-8 flathead Fords are a dying breed.
That shift was complete by the time I bought this 1967 Camaro coupe on ebay in 2005. Here's what it looked like:
It seemed to be pretty solid and complete, minus the engine and transmission. But there are always surprises:
Well, I owned the car, so it has to be fixed. I got started on the underside. There was rust in the rear frame rails:
The wheel houses:
The floorpans:
I took it to be sandblasted. The tail light panel and wheel arches:
I'm in deep, deeper than I've ever been with a project car. At this point I had never replaced body panels and just didn't feel comfortable with doing them. I decided that I would complete the undercarriage myself and send the car to a bodyman friend to replace the rusty panels and paint it.
So I worked under the car for months fixing rust. After getting it welded up and prepped I sprayed some bedliner:
Very pleased with this.
Powdercoated and assembled the subframe:
I built a 350:
Now the car was a completely restored chassis. I trailered the car to Missoula and my friend started work. He replaced both quarters and the tail light panel, then primered and painted it:
Once I got it home I started assembly:
Final pictures:
Two years after purchase, after driving the car only a few times, a friend of mine with muscle car fever showed up with a fistful of cash and bought it. Lamenting my empty garage, within 6 months I bought this project, another 1967 Camaro, a convertible this time.
I still own that car today.
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