Swap Meets, club meetings, and books set me on the path to having a Fordor. Though the '30 was a wonderful car, my first was a rough '29 coupe. Since then, the '29s have been my true loves. When I found the '30, I was thrilled! But my longing for my dream, a '29 blind-back Fordor (C-60), was unsatisfied. When my health failed, I was unable to finish the '30. The Ford sat idle for several years until my wife gave me a wonderful surprise: Sell or trade toward a running, driving 1929 Fordor. Saying goodbye to our '30 was tough, but my dream was realized.
These photos were taken in Phoenix, Arizona. The seller had found it in El Paso, Texas, and enjoyed many happy years driving it before selling and bringing it to me here in Texas. He took the '30 to a restorer in Phoenix.
She has a lot of miles on her since restoration. The original block and firewall numbers are gone, replaced with tiny aftermarket numbers. The body probably is good but there are many edges that are are covered with black tape -- I hope they're just cosmetic shortcuts to avoid painting. The underside never has been painted. She's a terror to drive because something is grabbing the front wheels and yanking the car briefly and violently out of control (a thrill at 60 mph, which is done easily). Only three of the four Maypop tires are whitewalls, but there are ok spares. I've been driving on them, hoping for the best. Brakes are ok, but there are no shocks. The Sparton just growls but whooie -- the air whistle works! And a real goodie: no overheating!
I could nitpick much more but why? I love her, my wife loves her, she's a real beauty, drives reliably, sounds great of course, and gives us all the many more things every Model A Ford brings to its owner. She is a blessing for me.
