Restoration of Vehicles -Joys, Frustrations and more veichicles
An earlier vauxhall
It Started with a Vauxhall Cresta
We bought this old Vauxhall, which needed a lot of work. We spent many months working on it, starting with flipping it over onto its hood. My husband cut out all the rust, and welded new plates in to repair it. With that done, he flipped it back onto its wheels, then did the same on the bottom panels, thoroughly cleaned the upholstery, and vacuumed the interior out.
We drove it down to the paint shop and they painted the body in a fiery red color. It then had two black strips painted up the front (like the monaro) with a black strip on the back. It looked magnificent with all the chrome polished to a high sheen.
As my husband spent hours every week welding roll cages into the Claremont speedway cars, we drove our prize possession to the Speedway, that night. Even though we parked it close to where we sat, a very inconsiderate person scraped a coin all the way down one side of this beautiful showpiece. We were not impressed to say the least.
The Above picture is the vehicle from good side without running boards and smoke stacks. While the one below shows the damage to side door. The underneath frame was also pushed out of line.
1952 Ford Freighter
Did that stop him? No.
The next project was much bigger. He bought an old 1952 Ford Freighter utility in need of tender loving care. This took years to restore and many hours of hard work. We towed it to our home in Kewdale. He changed his occupation, so we moved to Two Rocks. At first, we had to store it at his parents' home in Balga. Then up to Two Rocks.
Here he gradually cut out the rust and fixed the mechanics. Then we rebuilt the back tray from marine ply and used tongue and groove wood for the back, sides, and tailgate.
Once again, we changed jobs and bought a caravan, this time moving to Norseman. After settling in, we returned to Perth. Loading the Ford onto a trailer we started the long trip back to Norseman. We stopped many times on that trip as the radiator boiled, due to the heat and the weight of the over loaded trailer, with all the spare parts and bits and pieces.
Over several months, he made smoke stacks for the exhausts and built new toolboxes to sit on the runner boards. We completely re-upholstered the seats in bone leather, and redid the side door panels from the same material and carpeted the floor.
At last, it was ready for painting. We decided to have it painted in Kalgoorlie then fit the front windscreen when it came back. This time he loaded it onto a large truck and drove to Kalgoorlie to have it professionally painted. After several weeks, we received the call to say it was finished.
My husband's dream was about to be realized after all the work and anguish. He drove the large truck back up to bring it home on. The painter loaded the Ford onto a trailer and together they headed for the rail yards where they intended to use the ramp to load the Ford up onto the truck.
Fate changed everything that day. The trailer started to fish tail and the painter thought he could power his way out of it - alas - he crashed it into a pole completely destroying one side - along with my husband's dreams in a matter of seconds.
Five years of devoted, endless hours of labor and many hundreds of dollars later, it was over. We had not insured it, and neither was the painter. The painter was not paid, and my husband did not have the heart to continue doing it all over it again, so he sold it to a wrecker. Its years since that day, but the frustrastion it cause, not forgotten.
Then came the Morris plus the FJ interests
We moved to Kalgoorlie
In addition, years later we bought a couple of Morris cars and started all over again. At the same time our son bought two FJ Holdens. My husband completely stripped the Morris and sent the old seats to Perth for upholstering. When returned damaged, we sent them back. This time redone and returned for the second time. They were stored covered in the shed. Two months later, our son's bull terrier must have been hungry. He ripped the newly upholstered seats to shreds.
He hated it after that, being the final straw. We moved to Rockingham several years ago and he stored it in the garage. Then one day he said I want that out of here. We sold it because he had lost the plot. Can you blame him?
One of the Go-karts
And yes, in between all these, there were the Go-Kart's that he tinkered with and our son raced from 11yrs old until 16.
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