Little Dragon . . .

Little Dragon bike taking shape now. Hodgey spent most of the night and early morning glueing and shaping styrene foam to the frame of the bike and after a bit of early shaping, the job has been handed over to Dylan. The reason that Dylan has been carefully chosen for this task is that he still has his collection of dinodaurs and still plays with them every night before Prime Possum tells him that it's time for his kiss good-night and to snuggle into bed and have sweet dreams.. . .Goodnight boys and girls. . . ... . .. .

Little Dragon . . .

Little dragon with the steel work nearly finished.
This afternoon Hodgey will be cutting out foam blocks and gluing it to the sides and tail, etc. When the foam is dry it will be time to dans it into shape and then out to Trev's for a special paint job to finish it all off. . . .

RRRRoaarr. . .

Ranchero . . .

All the structural work done in/under the back section behind the cabin and it's time for the flooring to go back in. The 'Big Hodgeburger' went around to the sheet metal boys today and asked them nicely if they could make him up some more of the original style flooring, it will be interesting to see what comes back, they are usually pretty good. . .

'66 Impala . . .

'66 Impala, very nice example of the breed, actually bloody great car in great condition. Some like the original wheels and some don't, not my decision, or they would be gone. . .

Owner brought the big bus in for a lowering job and it's not all that easy to keep these big yachts nice and level once you start playing with the ride height. All the springs react differently to a little bit of 'bang and clang', so you have to be very careful and keep a very close eye on the tape measure. . .

This one looks fantastic sitting out front on the concrete. Luckily those concreters weren't bent when they layed down this slab because it's really helpful to have somethng flat to check the final result on. . .

Good looking interiors on the old girls with a strange set of guage clusters located in the console directly in front of the gear selector. These are the main engine guages and the bloody clock is located in the dash. . .

'57 Chev . . .

 Big, Bad Barry's '57 back in for a rear wall to seperate the boot from the rear of the car. Fuel fumes have been filling the cabin and making trips a little 'fuzzy' but the head-ache at the end is a fuckin shocker. This is the outside boot section all finished up and looking the goods. . .

This is the inside section, not quite finished and I think that it was nearly too hot to spray the body deadener coz it was ending up in a puddle on the floor. Job's complete and Bazz is killin' a few dozen long-necks down at Queenscliff with the big Hodgey-man, who btw hasn't bothered turning up at all this week; Well most of it anyway. . .

Ranchero . . .

This shows where the real artistry is folks when a straight pice of metal can be pushed and pulled and twisted into new inner guard shapes like this.
For those of you wondering, it certainly looks like Dave is a survivor of the 60/70's with all those love, hate, peace tattoos on his wrists. . .

 This section belongs to Dylan, on a day when he decided to turn up. Radiator mount has been repaired with new sections of metal welded in and looks like it belongs there. . .

Combined effort from both the boys here and you can see where Dave is currently employing 62 clamps to hold/shape some new metalwork into the rear bed behind the cabin. . .

Doctors . . .

I must apologise for the lack of contact folks but there has been a reason, you decide if it's good enough. . .I went to the doctor the other day and in general chat he asks me what I've been up to? Just taking a few photographs i says and he replies that he also has a camera and that he's gonna jam his camera square up me arse! Bit harsh I'm thinking? Anyway Friday comes and goes and now me doctor has a lovely set of 'Holiday Snaps' as a result of his recent rip up me arse. Fair enough I thought, but I better keep this a little quiet, wouldn't want any rumours getting started now would we?
But then the ultimate insult, no-one rings up to find out how me 'clacker' is feeling, so I'm thinking fuck'em, no more blog. But then I remembered what a bunch of sooks that you all are, so I relented and instead of anymore car pics, I'm gonna show you all my Doc's holiday snaps instead. . .