Not sure which is worse. Having several great old vehicles you know you’ll never get around to restoring… or to have the time and talent to restore old vehicles but no good prospects. The red and white beauty is a 1975 International Scout II.
The green truck is a 1971 Ford Bronco.
And this wicked window is in a 1961 Scout 80.
What’s better than being an interesting person? Knowing interesting people. Like my friend George who is all tingly about finding and buying this 1954 GM Motor Coach. He plans to restore it and — if I understand correctly — live in it. I don’t know the full history of the bus but I think the interior had a factory conversion but is no long in good shape. Looks like a big project but George wouldn’t want it any other way. The bus had been sitting (Sedalia, MO?) for a long time but George managed to get it running and drove it back to Jefferson City. To be continued.
Difficult for me to tell from this overhead (drone?) view but I think this is a Defender (as opposed to a Series). But always nice to see a Land Rover gettin’ some love.
The MINI is gone and I’m fully committed to making The Truck my daily driver. But the day will come when the Land Rover is out of commission for a few days (longer?) and Barb has made it clear I won’t be borrowing her Lexus. So I’ve been thinking about a back up ride. Something that will get me to the coffee shop and the catfish place and back. The more beat up looking the better. Would love to find something like one of these (with the exception of the last truck).
Turns out these are difficult to find because everyone wants one. And if you do find one, it ain’t cheap.
A year or so back I had a bit cedar tree cut down and saved half a dozen pieces of the trunk, thinking Barb’s nephew might carve them into something interesting. He didn’t. Today I moved them to the edge of our drive to serve as a barrier when backing out of the garage.
I’ve never failed to stop before reaching the edge but it’s a 15 or 20 foot drop and the thought of rolling The Truck down that 45 degree slope into the propane tank… well, I don’t want to think about it.
