Barn find.
This is a long story about cars and friends or more rightly about friends and cars. M y first car was a 55 Ford station wagon. I really liked that car. But the first time I saw a Nomad I had to have one. Through the years I was not able to close the deal on a number of Nomads and all the circumstances were strange to say the least. Got married, got divorced lost my garage where my hobby was messing around with cars.
I got to keep the tools, but had no where to keep them. A very good friend of mine had a large garage/bam he was building at the time so Idonated the tools to that cause, retired my car hobby and took up golf.
Years later, my brother and my best friend were prowling countryside barns when they came across a 55 Nomad among a bunch of old Fords. The deal was four thousand dollars and the car had to be restored to original.
Since m y brother was spending my money he passed, thought he should run this up the flag pole and see if I saluted. Well the more he thoughtabout the demand for restoration and what he new I would do with the car the less he thought about my money. An E-mail to the owner foundthe car sold. An Email from the owner a week later found the buyer wanting to make a hot rod for his son and that deal was not to be done.
The nomad was again for sale, but the price had gone up a thousand dollars. My brother and m y (friend?), convinced that they should invest my money now and tell me later, hitched up the car hauler and headed out to spend my greens fees.
Again my brother and my (good friend?), decided to have a party to celebrate my good fortune. They did tell me about the party, and I , not one to miss a party was in attendance with my then new golfing buddy and girl friend Lana. A conversation about the garage/barn and somenew work that had been done to it, lead a group of us down to see what? As if guys drinking beer at a party needed an excuse to go to the garage.
THERE in the corner, covered with extra dirt, boxes, bottles and garbage in general, was something familiar, something I remember from my past. When I fully realized what I was looking at I was stunned to say the least. I wanted it , but at last, I was out of the car hobby and did not have a garage. I inquired about the ownership of the Nomad and was told by my good friend that it belonged to his best friend.I was taken back a little cause I thought I was his good buddy. He then he affirmed I was, and it was mine. Along with the deal was the spot in thegarage that it currently resides in . That was twelve years ago. Since then we have gathered most Saturdays to work on cars and have fun. I am almost done with the Nomad, but I will always be working on the friendships we have all built, including the one with my wife Lana, whohas forgiven my brother and friend, but is a little leery about my relationship with the 55.
Stats:350/350, Updated suspension, Disc brakes with the interior yet to be finished.
Seems I drive it a little more than I work on it.
Joel & Lana Anderson