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The Cold War Motors Burble Rolls On

The Cold War Motors Burble Rolls On

Our old friends at Cold War Motors are back with a nice melange of projects in various stages of completion. We love the little burble of commentary that accompanies the videos. Downhome wisdom is best wisdom.

The ’58 Edsel looks terrific. Of course the BSBFB always recommends cars that have wing windows above all other considerations. The Edsel has particularly nice ones, with a really weird shape to conform to the really odd windshield shape. Cool tire-mounting inside baseball, too. Also near and dear to the hearts of Northerners, getting a winter beater car ready for the season! Padding the dash to soften the blows from snowbank stops is a winning idea. A 1977 Ford Granada might be the ultimate winter beater specimen, at that.

1960 Plymouth Fury Rebuild Continues

1960 Plymouth Fury Rebuild Continues

I don’t know about you, but I don’t have to move a Model T to work on my 1960 Plymouth Fury rebuild. Then again, I have to move seven bicycles to get at the lawn mower. It’s not useful to use me as a yardstick for auto collection or workshop setup. Cold War Motors up there in America’s hat is a much better guide to how to turn your property into the most interesting junkyard in existence.

The Auto Body Shop as God and Nature Intended

The Auto Body Shop as God and Nature Intended

Our old friends at Cold War Motors are back at it again, whaling on 1960 Plymouth Fury and some sort of Chrysler sheet metal extravaganza. It’s always worth your time to watch. They have a genial Canadian manner (sorry, I repeat myself) and they actually do things. Modern cars don’t lend themselves to rehabilitation like old cars do. Once cars became unibody gas-sippers, restoration was out and the crusher was in. We love the old iron, especially if it has bird’s nests in the rocker panels.

The very first job I ever had was working in an auto body shop. It was a nasty, barbarous shed with a perennially dirty owner who had a friendly dog, a coterie of layabout friends, and many mellow customers who dropped by for a quick whiff of bondo and a long drinking session. So, apparently, nothing has changed, and that’s the way we like it.