Being used as a farm truck didn't do my Falcon any favors. The seats were torn and saggy, covered in equally sad fitted seat covers. The door panels were ragged, the jambs rusty. The windows didn't go up and down properly and the glass was covered in a web of scratches.
In order to bring it up to par, we had to gut the entire thing.
We the instrument panel and AM radio from our blue falcon donor. We painted and repaired our door jambs, weather stripping, windows and panels, replaced the carpet, dome light and headliner, and eventually even the found some NOS upholstery.
My optimism I felt the first time I thought of fixing up this car soon proved tested by time and expense, but I can honestly say that it has been rewarded royally. I can feel very proud when driving this bird around town. She has an admiring public and she's ready for her close-up, Mr. DeMille!
When the bird left the barn nest, there was a strange black box nestled in the dash that looked vaguely 70's and definitely out-of-place. I'm pretty sure it was my dad who put the ugly FM stereo in, but it didn't even work now and it looked even worse than the static sounded when you flipped the power switch.
I weild a mean paint gun.
A man named Wayne Agee taught me how to point and shoot in one day. One sweltering day on the pavement outside Jim's shop, we mixed some Corinthian white paint and I learned how to shoot by first practicing first on the inside of the Falcon's trunk and then on the underside of her hood.
My education was soon to be expanded on however. I had a dashboard to do.
I've seen custom upholstery, and I guess it's O.K. in some cars, but I had driven this car when it was pristine and I remembered very well the beauty of its original seats. I was determined to find the right replacement, preferably an exact match. This is how I found Original Ford Falcon Interiors and their fine selection of NOS upholstery.