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I am starting another one. It has been a while since my 1/16th scale Kenworth W900 (seen here) Anyways it is time to build a replica of the other truck. I am dong a video series for this as well only this time I am going to show way more of my techniques and I explain a little bit how this is going to go in this video HERE. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5x_DVDsqEo This is what I hope it will look like when it is done. (image insertion not working) http://www.thejunkmanadv.com/uploads/8/4/0/3/8403513/7576379_orig.jpg
This 1941 Chevy farm truck is as it might appear around 1959 after many hard years working Iowa's gravel roads going to and from town.
Given the peculiar nature of the vehicle presented here, I thought it encumbent upon me to offer some explanation of how such a conveyance might come to exist. For that pupose I offer you... The Tale of Seamus McKinney's Truck Seamus McKinney lives on a modest fourty acre spread, north west of Eldora, Colorado. Sylas McKinney, Seamus' Granda', bought the land with the procedes from his partnership in the fourth of July Silver Mine (now a state park). Seamus' Father, Sean McKinney, ran off with a Lithuanian footwear model when Seamus was just a lad (just to be clear, the model was Lithuanian. The footwear was made in a dirt floored shack in Taipai under a French lable). Mother McKinney moved to Boulder several years ago to open a hand made candle boutique, Leaving Seamus the property, two goats, Roxanne the mule, and seven llamas. Now, about the truck. Three winters past, a flatlander was criusing the back roads in his four wheel drive F-150 when he spotted Puck and Ariadne frolicking in the snowy valley below (I may have forgotten to mention that the llamas were all named after mythological characters). He pulled off the road and got out to capture this peculiar sight with his trusty Nikon. Unfortunately, what he believed to be solid ground beneath his wheels was in fact a snow valence; a sort of shelf formed by wind currents sweeping snow up along a vertical ridge. This, of course, quickly succumbed to the weight of the vehicle leaving our intrepid photographer slack-jawed and shivering. The following spring, the insurance adjuster contacted Seamus, on whose property the truck had come to rest, to arrange for its' removal. Allways one to capitalize on a situation, Seamus offered his services (and those of his Fordson tracktor) to extricate the the unfortunate vehicle from the ravine in which it now rested, wheels-up, for the modest sum of $100. The adjuster (being also a capitalist) readily accepted the offer. As one might expect, the truck was immediately written off as a total loss. However, Seamus had noticed that the frame and running gear still seemed to be serviceable. Seeing this, a plan began to take shape. And so, after a brief negotiation, Seamus returned the "extraction fee" and took posession of the remains. Having righted the wreck, Seamus drug it behind the chicken coop where rested Sylas' '37 Ford pickup. The '37 was in relatively good shape aside from a blown engine and the predictable results of languishing under a tarp for thirty years. The grill had been replaced with sections of irigation pipe after an encounter with a near sighted big horn sheep. And so the work began to meld the two trucks into one. No longer would Seamus have to drive the Fordson into town to pick up a sack of McGruders Llama-Vite. Scratch built winch and hood hinges. Chasis, engine and running gear are from lindberg F150. More to come (as soon as I re attatch the license plate and exhaust tips that I knocked off durring the photo session)