I saw this well-loved Ford truck in traffic in March 2013. It’s been suggested to me that it’s a ’28 with ’33-’34 wheels, but I don’t reckon the actual year matters much; it’s roughly a century old. It’s in substantially original configuration by the sights and sounds of it, and comes with most of a hundred years’ worth of wabi-sabi patina. Looks like there’s a cover over the crank hole at the base of the radiator; did Model As have self-starters?
A rusted surface will not rust.
Fender cracks welded up, while…
…windshield cracks make me hope that’s safety glass. Modcons: none. This what looks like some kind of a dingus sprouting from the left A-piller is in fact a sign across the street.
I know very little about cars of this era, but I’m guessing this vacuum-operated windshield wiper was an accessory added later.
The lens says this is a Ford Evolite headlamp. Beyond that, I know nothing. Below it is a klaxon (“aWHOOOga!”) horn.
I guess tires of this size can be had now only with whitewalls.
I’d spotted that Renault 4CV and decided to park and take pictures of it. By the time I’d got round the block, this Ford truck had been parked half a block before the Renault. I parked in front of the Ford, circled it taking pics, and waited awhile for the owner to come back. No dice, so I walked up and took pics of the Renault, periodically looking up to check for the Ford’s owner.
Still no, so I went in the shop and asked about the Renault. I was only in there for a minute or less, but by the time I came out the truck had gone. I got back in my car and resumed heading into town, only to see the Ford pull out into traffic ahead of me from what had been its next parking spot. I zoomed ahead and caught up with it, but it turned right and smokily headed up a cross street while I got stuck at the red light. Oh well!
The Renault had been at that European car workshop where I saw it for a couple of weeks—waiting on parts, is my guess—and the Ford just seemed to be in use for routine errands.