My dad’s 1962 Ford Unibody

My story is just beginning. My dad died 6 years ago in April. One of the things he communicated to my mom on his final day was that he wanted me to have the truck. My mom asked my brother and I to dig it out of the back of the property over the 4th July weekend. The truck had been sitting in that spot for the past 21 years and was perfectly content to sit right where it was for all of eternity. After 4 new tires and lots of digging and tugging we managed to get it loaded up and successfully parked in my shop. I took the time to hose off the decades of sludge and grime from the bed, and evicted the colony of mice living in the cab. The body is in rough shape with rotted floorboards, bed floor and various other significant rust spots. Mechanically, I’m encouraged to see that all of the original glass (with the exception of the front windshield) is intact and in good condition. The engine turns over by hand and it doesn’t seem to be leaking anything. This is where my story of dad’s unibody begins.