1932 THree-Window Coupe #78C
On loan courtesy of Tom McIntyre:“But her spirit was unbroken,” as it says in the Book of Gow by the evil Mr. Bones. She showed up at the door, tied down on an open trailer, as much to keep her from falling apart as from falling off.
A coat of primer hid years of abuse. She was left stripped of her door and deck inner panels. No one seemed to know her history, but signs hinted at the battles fought with the gods of speed. There were rows of louvers punched in her deck and evidence of channeling. There were stubs of a roll bar welded to her subrails, a filled cowl vent and four inches taken from her top, all in the quest for speed.
It took four of us to carry her through the door. Not because she was heavy but rather because she was broken at the base of her B pillars.
The cloud of dust grew with each turn of a page. At last he looked up with an evil grin, “Take the paint off her door, and she will show you the way.” With the faint remains of the number “78C” revealed, her rebirth began. First the gore—the bloodletting, the cutting and chopping—and finally the melding of parts. Most were harvested from unsuspecting old Fords that strayed too close to that old barn, only to be set upon.
She once lay humbled, broken, spent and unwanted, but now she stands strong. With a 240 cubic inch, 250 horsepower Hemi hooked to a five-speed and V8 quick-change, she’s ready to once again terrorize all who challenge her.
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