For my 9-5 job as a commercial plumber, I often drive the shop truck around, running parts and materials between job sites. It’s a Metallic dark blue hand-me-down two wheel drive 1992 Dodge Truck.
That’s Truck, with a capital T.
It may be a little old and a little rough around the edges but it’s straight and solid, and that 318 has some heart. It could use a good once-over with a cleaning cloth and some newer suspension parts… but by golly if that thing doesn’t just head down the road, gleefully sucking down gas and moving some ass.
It may get chuckled at when I first pull up; but at second glance, Ol’ Blue garners quite a bit of admiration. Sure, it’s not new; but it’s paid for. Sure, it’s not that great on gas; but you get down on the pedal and it will get out of it’s own way. It’s a survivor, and it has some unwitting charm.
I have been mulling over different retro-rod aspects I would incorporate into it, if it were my truck and not just a company mule. I have been thinking about it, but haven’t sat down and drawn anything.
Until yesterday when I bellied up to the front door of a Sheetz, right beside Ol’ Blue’s evil twin.
This thing was pure Beatnik Broterhood inspiration. Unlike Ol’ Blue, it doesn’t wait for a second look of approval, it slaps you across the face and demands respect. Satin black with red accent wheels, hood scoop sporting pinstriped cobwebs… plain perfection. Everything that a modern rod with kustom heritage should be.
As I got out of my own truck, trying not to stare, I noticed that someone else had walked up and asked to get a cellphone picture of it; mostly the “Lucky 13″ inside a spade painted on the door.
I walked over too, noticing that there was a huge shifter sticking up between the seats. I had to find out more.
The owner’s name is Doug, and he said his wife hates this truck. Which gives us all the more reason to love it!
It’s 91 Dodge with a 318 and a whole list of custom parts.
Custom console, air cleaner, shifter, gauges, and more. He lowered it “old’skool” by cutting the coils off the front springs and by making longer shackles for the rear leafs. There was a set of dual exhaust tips coming out from under the bed and the headliner sports the door skin from a local police car.
Oh, and the mega-volt electrical outlet screwed to the gas cap door?
“That’s there, because, you know… it’s green!” Doug says with a sly smile and a quiet chuckle.
Indeed Doug. A bad-ass rebel green machine that is sure to get some attention. Thanks for the pictures, and thanks for the inspiration. Check back for a sketch of Ol’ Blue done up in some retro-finery!