Folks, here she is. Our charming 1952 Ford F1 pickup truck that my wife has nicknamed Coco (on account of the Coca Cola signage on the truck. Look, to be honest, ANYTHING is better than Annabel, which is what she called our ill-fated 1956 F100 disaster. (In the coming weeks, I will revisit that complete mess so that you can see just what kind of shitful situation the whole thing was from day one.)
But, putting all that behind us for now, this is the truck that I hope will stay with me for life, and I am planning on it being our ticket to fun times.
I picked her in a place called Edensor Park up from a charming lady by the name of Sonja, who told me her dad previously owned the truck and drove it regularly over a twenty year period. Apparently the truck was part of an advertising promotion out front of their Thai Restaurant? Either way, I picked her up for a very reasonable price and had Wayne truck it down to us in Goulburn, NSW.
The truck has been with us just on one week and I can tell you I have done basically nothing with it as the weather here in Goulburn has hit a miserable minus three to six degrees over the past week, and even though she is snug in a garage, it is still way too cold to be messing about with trucks.. I did, however, get the bonnet to close after adjusting the spring mechanism, and I discovered one indicator was on the blink. A quick inspection showed it was full of water and totally rusted out, so ordered a new one.
The truck has been fitted with a rather weird aftermarket rear bumper bar (as well as a front one of similar dubious styling), and the indicators that were fitted are a fairly common Hella brand. So, the replacement units were easy to source. Plus, their amber qualities has dulled into a creamy white lens. And because of this, I haven't taken it out for a drive as yet. Once the new indicators are in and it stops sleeting, I will give the truck a good run.
The other thing is, I am petrified of it clearing the top of the roller door. There is barely a centimetre in it. My wife has convinced me it will not get through the door without scraping the roof. So, I am keen to prove otherwise.
Here is the whacky rear bumper bar that has been fitted to the truck. I don't actually dislike it too much, and it is very functional in that it has a nice place for the number plate to live and has a light over the plate as well as housing the indicators.
I can tell you she is a Flathead v8, but I am not sure if original. Anyway, more to come soon!