My wife and I met in our first week at the University of Georgia back in the late 80s. After a few months of dating, my wife invited me to her Grandparent’s house which was not far from the family farm on the Georgia-Alabama border. I met most of the family including her grandfather who everyone called Pappy. Over the years, we spent many holidays at Pappy’s house and every time, my interest moved to the old 1965 F100 sitting in the driveway. I learned that Pappy saved up to buy that truck brand new from the Ford dealership in Summerville GA. I also listened to many stories over those years about how Pappy, who also drove a school bus, could straighten the curves and flatten the hills with that old blue truck. I did a bit of reading and learned that it was a Custom Cab model with a 352 FE motor and a three-speed manual transmission with a crazy three-on-the-tree shifter.
After we graduated, we moved on with our careers and Pappy did a few things to the truck, mainly painted it Ford blue from top to bottom. There was a story there, but we did not ask too many questions. A few years later Pappy passed on and the truck needed to go. A few of the grand-kids passed it around and finally my wife’s cousin took it and got it out of the elements. She started the restoration and then two years ago passed the truck on to us. I always hoped to get it and I figured it wouldn’t be too bad to get it running. Well it was. Time had taken its toll on the old F100, it needed a complete mechanical restoration. Thanks to the great folks at LMC and with the help of a few local mechanics and machine shops, I worked on the truck for one and half years with my two boys. It became a real father and son project, working on the weekends, working at night, and spending great times together in the garage.
Fast forward a year and a half, we now have a 1965 Ford F100 with a 410 stroker, the original transmission, a detroit locker rear end, 4-wheel power disc brakes, and the toughest part, power steering. Pappy’s baby, as the family calls the truck, is now a real driver, straightening the curves and flattening the hills in the North Georgia Mountains. Pappy would have been proud.