When I was a little kid, the truck I grew up on was my dad's '61 Chevy pickup. I remember quite a bit about this truck. Not everything, but quite a bit. I can tell you this was no ordinary '61 Chevy. It was a complete and utter rat rod.
To begin, the only piece of the '61 left, was the frame. Which my dad kept because of the torsion bar front suspension. It had the cab off of a '65, the front clip off of a '64, and the bed was off of a '55. 350 V8 engine out of a 1981 Corvette, and a Turbo 400 transmission. Gas tank came out of the cab and my dad put one under the bed.
Also had a home-made rear bumper, with big ass Yosemite Sam mudflaps. I found some old pics of it so ANYWAY enough blabbering. Let's get started with the pics!
These are all early '90s in our driveway in Sacramento, CA.