We were over at a good friend’s garage right before Christmas last year and got to talking about all the reasons why we weren’t gonna be at this year’s Grand National Roadster Show. Now, for the uninitiated, the GNRS is really what kicks off the year for hotrodders: it’s a full-on party out on the edge of L.A. with some of the best hot rods, customs and bikes that set the tone for what the world looks like to gearheads. And for more than a few of us, getting a car to the GNRS is a Biden-sian big fuckin’ deal. Heady stuff, for sure.
Now, if you’ve been following us for any amount of time, you know that we’ve been building our own hot rod for what seems like about a thousand years: a ’27 Model T coupe with a ’53 331c.i. Hemi and some other goodies. Welp, we threw down the gauntlet last Christmas to make a run at next year’s GNRS.
It’s long overdue. For such a small car, there’s a ton of hand-fabricated stuff on it and since none of us had ever built a hot rod like this before and since we’re all visually driven to the point that function follows form on this thing and we ran out of money long ago, well, it’s just taking a while…
We’ve even seen some “copies” of our T that were built in mere weeks, put on the road and forgotten about just as fast. Of course, we’ll tell you that they weren’t copies at all: an unchopped T runnin’ a Hemi does not a better car make. So, every time someone would run up to us and be all, “Hey, man – somebody built your car…when you gonna stop fuckin’ around and get yours done?!?! I’da had 4 of yours built already, dude…c’mon already,” we just smile and nod and realize that we can’t even begin to explain why that other car is nothing like ours at all and why it’s taking so long to finish.
So, come along with us as we get this thing done. Like they say in the construction biz, “It takes 10% of the time to do 90% of the work. And vice-versa.” The body’s been pulled off the frame for the hundredth time. The motor’s been yanked once again. Machine shops have been chosen. Priests are on-call. Yesterday’s coffee is warmed up. Again. Wives have been notified. A new Pandora channel named “They Forced Me To Hate” has been stocked with tracks (thanks for the inspiration, Chopper Dave). It’s ON.