I feel so lucky I can enjoy vintage hot rodding in its birthplace, Los Angeles. A perk is the consistently great weather. But lately, it hasn’t been so enjoyable. It seems to be raining every weekend. Unfortunately, I actually have to build my cars in The Great Outdoors. I have no garage. Hold for a small (very small) workshop, most everything is out under the stars.
Like many, I live in an apartment. Not far away is the house I grew up in. My mom still owns it thankfully. This is where I spend most weekends, outside, tinkering and fixing-up coveted jalopies.
Let me introduce you to the stable, all wearing classy winter regalia.
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1927 Model T, on Model A frame. My on-going project, currently non-going. That's a new tire on the left, I normally don't keep it there. Wind isn't my friend either. If I don't have enough clips holding the plastic down --I'll let you imagine what happens.
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The Daytons roadster. Doesn't it look great? All cozy under warm blankies. Wet weather causes ill effect on metal, paint, leather, wheel cleanliness, the polish on aluminum --shall I go on.
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This is the driveway. Most hobbyists would be familiar with a sight like this, but most car enthusiast have indoor space too.
Still, I am a happy guy don't get me wrong. I have a secure, familiar workplace, rent free, I can do almost whatever I want. Although painting cars isn't the best, but I sweat the small the stuff.