I have a 1936 Ford 3 window coupe that’s in storage in Northern California. All metal, balanced and blue printed Chevy 350 w/B&M blower, 350 turbo transmission, Ford 9” rearend, stainless steel exhaust (headers to tip), stainless steel brake lines, disc brakes all around, air conditioning, tilting, and telescoping Cadillac steering, original mohair interior, and 7 coats of black lacquer paint. Full disclosure though, I had very little to do with the building of this car. My father purchased it from a farm in Northern California when I was 17 years old, and I was with him when we went to pick it up (in pieces), on a flatbed trailer. I helped him with the build for the first couple years, then I moved out of California and never went back (to live anyway). My father passed away in Oregon, in December of last year, and I inherited it. I flew down to Oregon and a buddy of mine brought a flatbed trailer up from California and hauled it back down to the Bay Area this past March. After my dad finished the build, it just sat in his garage collecting dust. It literally didn’t move for almost 25 years. After changing all the fluids, new battery and tires, and a good cleaning, my daughter and I flew back down to Santa Rosa, CA. and put it in a car show this past June. When I drove it for the first time, it only had 74 miles on the odometer.
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Here’s a few more pics of the odometer when I picked it up, a couple of the original plates, and sitting in the garage where it lived for over two decades, with the man that built it in the background.
