Australians, look away. Americans, attention, please. The Australian alphabet:
A fer ‘orses
B fer mutton.
Old Australian joke poem. I have been in any number of households that had a cat named Ceefa, and they all thought that they were unique. Nearly right – substitute the letter “b” for the letter “n” in that and you are closer to the mark*.
I have been trying to research the “C” model Ford and the closest I can get to it is to regard the C as alliterative for the shape of the cabin roof in the models of the “T ” made before the Great War. C may mean “commercial” as well, as these vehicles are also referred to as delivery cars.
Whatever, they do appear in a number of forms of Model T hot rod – in this case at the Big Al’s Poker Run in 2014 an at the Claremont Showground later in the year. The colour of the car is what first attracted me to it – similar to my own car – and the cuteness of the cabin completed it for me.
Having said that, I must confess to a terrible thing…I prefer my Model T Fords as vintage cars. I do not decry the rodder who wants one, and they are an iconic part of the rodding scene – always have been. And I recognise that they can be magnificently done in lots of different forms. And they are cute. But I like them plain.
Now this is a nice rod. The frame and suspension at the front are visually heavier than some of the more traditional rods, but the engine in there is considerably bigger and heavier than anything Henry ever thought of putting in it, and you must make practical decisions. Or as practical as you can, given that an engine that big means flooring this thing would probably twist you into a light pole three streets over…
I like the tail light treatment. I like the small delivery hatch at the back. Even the Ali protection box under the tail looks good. And the decision to do it with full fenders and running board is perfect. Mind you, I’ve seen obnoxious spectators in Melbourne use the running boards of vintage and veteran cars as anything from free seats to baby-changing platforms so you’d want to keep an eye on your car if it was out in the crowd. I think Western Australian spectators are better mannered and I KNOW rodders respect each other’s property. They might slap each other on the backs and call each other names, but they treat the machinery with care. They also pick up the grounds after themselves.
* I once visited the Royal Artillery Museum at Woolwich and remarked to the attendant – an old soldier – that the ” Ubique” signs seemed to be everywhere…he avoided me for the rest of my visit…