Woody & My IBF

Good thing we took Woody to his primary care physician. So many hoses were cracking, fuel lines disengaging, and belts disintegrating.

But check him out now! Note his grill. This is how you can tell that he was adorned in 1942, and not by a 1990's rapper. The numbers on his body say that it was made in October, 1941.

Doesn't he look handsome, even after slogging through the salt and slush?

Woody growls with a real flathead 8 sound now. No more tick, tick, ticking. And the heater works!

I needed to check that all the locks work in case someone wants to steal my dirty underwear (you've heard about those guys -- gross -- and besides, I would sell them on the internet and make some serious dough if I were desperate). The driver's side door works. There are no keyholes on the back doors, but I found the levers to use to secure them. The front passenger side has a secret door handle position. Last, the tail gate. Check. Oh, also the fuel cap and spare tire.