Please let me take a moment to catch you up to speed. When Ben made a quick mention of leaving, to go to the old dumping ground of vehicles in town, I figured he would be gone for about an hour. Nope! Several hours later and daylight almost completely gone, I put on my Nervous Nelly pants and said we should go look for him to make sure all is well. After a funny and over exaggerated rolling of his eyes, his dad appeased me and left to check on him. Within a minute after his dad leaving, Ben and his 1951 Ford truck pulled into the driveway and I was able to relax and could not wait to see what he found. (oh and then I texted Ben's dad to tell him he was home and that he might as well get some wine while he was already out :-) No sense in wasting gas you know!)
Please enjoy this unedited story of Ben's adventure and the re-purposing old truck parts. This is just one of his projects.
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So here’s what I did to make a cool old truck in the woods
into something cool for my room!
First I found a truck across from
the ice cream stand in town. There were 4 trucks I could see and likely others
buried under boulders from the new mini golf course construction across the
street.
Here are a couple of pics from the farm
truck graveyard a 55 ford f600 big job (green) and an old international (rusty)
There's a funny story to how my
buddies and I found this place! That old international sits embedded in what
looks like just dirt right? Well that’s what I thought. This picture was taken
from the crest of a steep 8 foot hill of dirt formed by a backhoe, which should
have been suspicious when I found it, but I was so eager to take a good look
that I ran up to it on this hot summer day and plunged belly button deep into
the pit were they dumped unused ice-cream… in my jeans, I sank into this horrible
90 degree junk that smelled like the deepest pits of hell, way past the stench
of rotten milk. The story gets better though! As I try to get out of that pit,
it sucks my pants off. So now I'm on the crest of this little hill yanking on my
pants trying to free them, wearing my underwear. Finally I got them on,
drenched in rotten ice cream, and I proceeded to bike back 2 miles home. Yes,
on my bike, because I had no license. I had to pedal harder than ever before to
keep fresh air in my face and the stench behind me. As I got near home,
Murphy’s law kicked in and I had to go past the group of pretty girls in the
neighborhood. I called my mom and told her to have the garden hose ready (no
way I was getting in dripping in that stuff!), because I didn’t want to stand
waiting without the breeze provided by the bike. Took half an hour to get me
clean enough for the house, and then an hour shower to get the smell off me.
Those jeans (brand new of course) never smelled okay again, even after many
many washes.
ANYWAY... Here’s the best picture I have
of the old Mack B-42 from which the
dashboard came. Took half an hour to finish the job I had started a year ago
and lost interest in (unscrewing old screws and breaking the ones that wouldn't come, and cutting speedometer, oil, air, and electrical cables). This truck is
a beauty! Non existent split windshield, big fenders, and a flathead inline 6 cylinder
engine. It’s all there. A frozen solid twin stick transmission and dual rear
axles. This was a top of the line truck.
After my epic battle with the old
hardware, I brought the dashboard home (with some other junk too like an old
boat dashboard, steering wheel and column, some old cab lights and a few
emblems off the old trucks).
The backside is fairly
straightforward, so I took the light bulbs and sockets out from their mounts and
the wiring came with it. I sanded everything for half an hour to make sure the
electrical connections would exist. Initially it was one wire to each light,
and the electricity would complete it’s circuit through the dashboard, body,
frame, and back to the battery. This is how old cars and trucks were grounded.
After this, I took my moms old
portable house phone charger and cut off
the base for the phone, leaving only the plug and wires. The brick that plugs
into the wall converts a houses ac 110 volts into dc current needed for lights
like this. All dc power supplies like this say their voltage on the back, and
mine is 6 volts. I think that like my 51 ford truck, this Mack was a six volt.
There are three bulbs on this
circuit, and I have two power supplies, so I cut off the smaller speedometer
bulb from the circuit. This one will be independent from the others because
being the center of attention, it will need to be brightest.
Working with the other two side
bulbs now.
Once the phone base is cut off
from the wire, I solder a one, let’s call it positive although it doesn’t
matter which one yet, to the end of the existing light circuits wire end.
Then I solder the negative power
supply wire directly onto the outside of the first bulb’s metal jacket. Then
another wire goes from bulb one to bulb two’s outer jackets. This creates the
negative end of the circuit.
Plug it in, and all goes well!
One is dim because it is the old original bulb, the new one is working a bit
better.
Now for the speedometer bulbs
circuit, I attach one wire to the existing old wire, and the other to the bulb
casing. That is a complete circuit. (all connections are soldered.)
Now for the speedometer bulbs
circuit, I attach one wire to the existing old wire, and the other to the bulb
casing. That is a complete circuit. (all connections are soldered.)
Now I plugged that back into it’s
hole, in the back of the speedo, I put the other two bulbs in their mounts, and
plug it all in! The speedometer is great, but the other two need more power to
light up the small gauges visibly. So I’ll buy my buddy’s defective computer
power supply and use the 8 volts from that to power them. Should work great!
A note from Linda: "And here it is! We will try to post a photo of the whole panel, but camera and flash issues prevented showing how cool the whole panel was"
Wow. That story about the ice cream had me in stitches, that boy has a writing career ahead of him possibly. But failing that, he obviously has some serious talent with scouting and fixing cool whatnots! I want to see what he did with it! Is it his new headboard? Did he hang it on his wall? I LOVE the idea :) There used to be a beautiful old Studebaker down by the railway tracks and I always wished for the room to bring it home and make the hood and dash into a bar setup. I tried forever to get my brother to set it up in his place, but he couldn't see the glory for the rust. Oh well...
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