The Saga Begins, Part 2

By 2004, the car was getting a little bit scary to drive.  I was only driving it on surface roads as the body was beginning to flex a bit too much for my liking.  I figured the repairs my dad did back in the eighties were finally giving up the ghost, so I decided to begin a teardown and full restoration of the body shell.

Note that we had just had our daughter at the time, and I was foolish enough to think that I'd have time to do this and still have a life.  Go ahead, say it.  Duh.  That didn't happen.

I did do a bunch of teardown but barely started on the body itself.

 

 

There's some serious ugly under here; I just didn't know it yet.