So pops is here at the house and things seem to be OK. I'm more than thankful for the simple fact that he's alive. We went back to Tucson this week to get all his shit out of the salvage yard and transfer it home in a new trailer. I think we've actually moved his stuff a total of 89,001 times now. Really. Anyways, it's all good that ends... uh... good? Yeah. Whatever. Happy he's here in one piece. Happy it's all over. Also pretty happy to have these new items in the shop. All finds from the wilds of Arizona while on the multiple trips back and forth with dad. Not all headaches and roadrash after all.
'66 Shovel wrapped in pretty much 100% OEM skin.
And a new frame for the '67 once it finds its way here from Colorado. Or maybe a new frame for the pan once I end its life due to frustration. Or maybe... It's good to have some options.
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