So, my brother Robert has been back in his workshop. This time, he's constructing what looks a bit like some sort of Franken-truck. But, knowing Rob, this vintage truck will turn out to be authentic right down to the radio and the leather bench seat (as well as all sorts of mechanical things that don't much interest me.)
Rob drives truck for a living, but in the winter he has time to tinker with his hobby. When I was young, that was restoring vintage cars. That was extremely fun to watch. Then, he went through an unpleasant vintage tractor period. More recently, it was light-delivery trucks from the 1950s. Now, it's larger trucks from that same era.
It's a painstaking process, particularly this one. Usually Robert finds an old carcass -- or, in truck-speak, I suppose a wrecked chassis or at least some sort of frame to work with. This time, he's starting pretty well from scratch, scouring the countryside for tires, fenders, the hood, the cab -- everything.
The who, what, where, and when questions of this quest are easily answered. Why, is not so clear. Nostalgia, perhaps.
What Rob is constructing is a 1956 Fargo/Dodge 3-tonne truck, with a six-yard box which would have once been used for hauling loads of gravel or sand. Rob tells me that my father used to drive one just like this (right down to that mint green colour) when Dad was first establishing his business and Rob was an impressionable youth.
I've decided to dub it Green Ed, after Purple Ed.
Remember Purple Ed?
Last spring, I had fun practicing driving a stick by using Purple Ed. He's a delightful, 1953 Chevrolet light delivery truck that Rob had restored years ago (it was either that, or practice on a vintage tractor. Not appealing.)
Purple Ed was named after his predecessor, Old Ed, who was a beautiful, buff-coloured 1951 Chevrolet light delivery truck, named by Robert and Dad in honour of the fellow they bought the truck from in the '70s.
Robert liked the model so much, that he discovered and restored Purple Ed (who was named by my mother, the only person who believes that Ed's burgundy hue is purple.)
Driving Purple Ed was a bit of a challenge, since I can't drive a stick anyway. And Ed's starter is actually a pedal on the floor and his gear shift is on the steering column -- "three on the tree" as my brothers call it.
Still, I think Purple Ed would be much easier to drive than Green Ed will be.
By the way, Mrs. Cat -- who insists on being with Robert at all times -- does not like Green Ed and all dust and mess he brings with him.