After four months of sweat and tanks of gas to get to the scrap yard... propane for the cutting torch... chains on the tractor... every scrapper in the yard is gone. The yard isn't empty exactly, because the horse trailer project still waits for us and the old Pontiac waits for a new owner. In the last week, the last two old Ford trucks went to the Great Scrapyard in the Sky.
I won't say I hated to see them go. My ol' Man's exact words were "Not a minute too soon." He's been feeling the pressure to get the yard emptied. Truth is, there is something ridiculously sad about sending a wreck off to scrap.
This had been a useful truck up until a few years ago. When its owner got out of the snowplowing biz, he brought the two black Fords out here with the intention of doing some kind of project. But good intentions are hard to keep up with once jobs and kids and mortgages happen to a guy. He chose to spend his time and money on his wife and kids instead of difficult old trucks. He made the right decision. It's hard to let go though, and I know that. The transmission from this one and the engine from the other truck are still here; he'll be picking them up soon. Once a gear head, always a gear head.
I grew up with stuff like this in the backyard. Only back then it was stuff from the 50s and 60s.
I knew that it was, and is, actually possible to take an old wreck and turn it into something that can be driven. It's just that it takes huge amounts of work and money and time. I'm not willing to sacrifice any of those things anymore.
But I'm still fascinated by an old truck with a rotten floor.
In 1981, you could still get a truck with a plain bench seat, rubber floor mats instead of carpet, and a steel headliner. It was practical and all about WORK. No cupholders, nothing... fancy.
Although it still boasted some mighty spiffy fake woodgrain!!
(Notice the CB holder beside the radio. As my kids would say, "old School.")
Yeah I'm sure in its day it was a bitchin truck, with that row of clearance lights on the roof and whip antennas, it was a mean ol' 4x4.
So anyways, it and its slightly newer brother, languishing behind the hill for years, are outta here.
It's the end of an era.
(And the beginning of a nice, empty piece of land at the back of the property.)