I've been getting great advice here for too long, and have put off starting a build thread but I suddenly have a little extra free time on my hands. My apologies in advance as I catch up from too long ago to remember.
This all started due to me wanting to build some sort of ground pounding street ride. My family have always been Mopar people, so I was keeping an eye out for something. The challenge was to find a car I liked that I wouldn't feel guilty cutting up. Luckily my cousin stumbled on my Coronet, a guy he knows had already started making a drag car out of it. He had already tubbed the fenderwells, narrowed a dana 60 housing (axles but no guts), and added subframe connectors. Also invested in some nice rims, some home it came.
Got it home and tried to inventory what I had to start with. Front and rear seats, bags of bolts (none of them labeled), bumpers, few other things. Turns out it also had a few rodents living in the dash. In the end it worked out well for both of us; the little bastard found a not quite empty Budweiser bottle and somehow crawled inside. Took a couple days to find him, but he died happy and I was rid of him.
I wouldn't change a thing, but after that raising a son sort of got in the way for a few years.
This all started due to me wanting to build some sort of ground pounding street ride. My family have always been Mopar people, so I was keeping an eye out for something. The challenge was to find a car I liked that I wouldn't feel guilty cutting up. Luckily my cousin stumbled on my Coronet, a guy he knows had already started making a drag car out of it. He had already tubbed the fenderwells, narrowed a dana 60 housing (axles but no guts), and added subframe connectors. Also invested in some nice rims, some home it came.
Got it home and tried to inventory what I had to start with. Front and rear seats, bags of bolts (none of them labeled), bumpers, few other things. Turns out it also had a few rodents living in the dash. In the end it worked out well for both of us; the little bastard found a not quite empty Budweiser bottle and somehow crawled inside. Took a couple days to find him, but he died happy and I was rid of him.
I wouldn't change a thing, but after that raising a son sort of got in the way for a few years.