After all the BF4 overload and straining my back again, I have stayed out of the shop. The '59 is sitting there without the left hand floorboard and the shift lever zip-tied to the sissy bar, looking all sad and lonley. I think maybe tonight I'll go out and put her back together.
Three is the magic number, that's all we could fit in the F-250
This weekend out in Oakland is the Dice party. I think I might be able to make that one. If my back will allow it I'll take the hardtail out there.