This truck has been in my family since the late 40's. my grandfather traded a '44 Chevy sedan for it. He owned it until he bought a '53 Chevy pickup in the late 50's and traded it to my great grandfather Axel for a late 40's Mercury sedan.
My great grandpa owned it until he told my mom It was hers, in the late 70s or early 80s because she always used to love driving that truck around the farm in the mid 60s.
The truck basically sat in a Grainery from the early 80s while my mom was over seas until the late 90s when both my great grandma and great grandpa passed away and the old family farm was sold. At that point it moved to my Grandpa Wally's Pole building, again it sat there, getting started once in a while and kinda just gathering dust.
In 2006, my dad began having a local guy that restored cars on the side start working on the truck, with the rarity of the truck the guy expected the project to take a few years. I did not know this was going on, nor did anyone in my family. It was supposed to be a surprise because of the history of the vehicle. My dad trusted the guy because he had done some really nice work on other people's vehicle modernizing vehicles and fixing up old cars and over the 1st two years it seemed as progress was being. Fast forward a couple more years, everyone knows the economy shits out, progress on the truck slows and dad starts getting antsy, but gives the guy a break cause everyone around here has had some tough times, finally in November 2012, my dad has had enough. He, my uncle and my uncle's friend Brian (who is a wizard with car stuff) show up at the guy's place. Brian informs my dad that the guy has really fricked up the truck....dad is pissed.
Royally pissed. The guy was in way over his head and had been blowing smoke and taking advantage of my Dad and his lack of knowledge in the field. My dad is a massive dude, from what my uncle said it very damn near got quite UGLY. They basically repo the truck on the spot (my uncle had a flatbed on stand by). My dad is super organized, and had a list of parts he had paid for.
Brian basically takes the truck and begins the resto from scratch...and tells my dad the truck will be done before the snow is gone in the spring.
On may 25th, at my Dad's 50th birthday, this comes rolling up the driveway where we had the party....
My grandpa was speechless, my grandma shed a tear, and everyone was pretty awestruck.
Gramps actually is taking it to its 1st auto show this weekend....
It's a 1940 Plymouth Pickup, one of 3500 pickups made by Plymouth between 1939 and 1942. It's had been restored to original.