My Feller has a saying: “Nobody ever listens to old Brian!” In this case? He was right. I should have listened. When I bought my ’48 Ford in 2006, the truck had a barely running mid-50s OHV6–not the coolest motor. For Christmas that same year, Brian surprised me with a flathead, an early 50s Mercury…
[Cue the mushy music…] Over time, relationships change. Love shifts to something deeper and more meaningful. Things that were new, become old, more comfortable, easy in a way, but with a magic a new thing could never have. It happens with people, and it happens with things. [Man! Someone must have slipped some sap into…
My Bonneville gave me a bit of an adventure over the weekend, not exactly the best kind of adventure, but an adventure nonetheless. The day started at the Motor Palace with baths for the bike (an ‘o4 Triumph Bonneville) and for Bondorella. The Trump was totally covered in dust–no surprise since I hadn’t ridden her…
I’ll admit it. I had a ridiculous attachment to Bondorella’s old windshield. An unreasonable attachment, some might say. I liked the old Utah parking sticker from 1985.The two BB holes. The insane amount of pitting. Yeah, it was hard to see through, but it had character, just like everything with my silly old truck. But…
Bondorella hit an exciting landmark this past weekend. Is there a word like quinceanera but for a first birthday?? Unoceanera? Yeah… we’ll go with that. ‘Cause really, she deserves a fancy ball gown and tiara and tons of adoring fans for this momentous occasion. Just over a year ago, the truck was completely deconstructed and…
Like Bondorella’s new flames? Ha ha ha! Nope. I didn’t paint her. This is what happens at sunset. Pretty, huh? One of the many joys of photographing Bondorella is capturing her magic in varying light. When sunset hit at the Roadster show, this is what happened. She caught fire! The angle must have been just…
When I bought Bondorella, her interior was pretty much stripped. No headliner, visors, knobs, dash pieces, ashtray… you get the point. Over the years, I’ve managed to replace all of the pieces and make her actually feel like a warm and cozy truck again.
There’s nothing purtier than a wood bed in a pickup, don’t you think? My Bondorella, though, didn’t have one. No. She had a sheet metal bed when I bought her. At first, I thought someone had simply welded it in over the wood, because when you looked underneath, there were all these splintered boards jutting…
There’s this myth that it never rains in Southern California. You know what? It’s a lie. It does.(Cool photo taken by Big Daddy Bart Barber out in Mojave. Yes, that’s in California.)