1940 Ford Other

Sedan

Flathead V-8

3-Speed

5833278

Clear

Gasoline

For the past 2 weeks I have been real fair, answering questions about a real great car and it hasn't sold. I am removing the reserve and having a starting price below what were the higher bids of the last auction. Re-listed with NO reserve to sell. If you bid last time you cn win it this time! Wanted: New Caretaker: It will fetch the morning paper, another case of ale or a three-story, gilded plastic bowling trophy the minute you rattle the keys. And funny, come to think of it, on several occasions, all at the same time. Cosmetically and mechanically restored about six years ago, this car has been recently refurbished so that everything runs more faithfully than my dog. It has more integrity than my local congressman, is more dependable than my mailman and more truthful than a lifetime of marriage. It hides nothing, works harder than the county chain gang and never asks for shady rest alongside any road. Mechanically, this car is excellent and true, with little to worry. I finished the mechanical restoration recently hoping it would run circles around my Lionel standard gauge trains if only I could figure how to squeeze it on the platform. Brisk and snappy, this car never lost its soul. It is mostly original short of mechanical refurbishment as needed from the spares found at Mac’s where every part is available down to the last cotter pin. This Ford has become comfortable in warm, dry storage and being run regularly. The motor is bank-vault tight, with no crankcase blow by, and will tick over all day. I’ve replaced the carb with the new Stromberg 97 and the coil with the new electronic one. It steers like an arrow on rails, with a straight frame, tight kingpins and no steering slop or suspension sag. The steering is great, 4 new Coker tires fresh and the brake system reconditioned; it will stop faster than anyone lost texting nearby in a modern car. The lights work and the interior is neat as a pin as all the gauges: fuel, amp, speedometer and odometer, never fail. The dash is original as I have never touched it. This car has about a thousand miles on it since the repaint to enjoy working any mechanical bugs out and fine tune. The paint is professional enough to keep the judges bestowing honor and show every handprint when my car-crazy grandkids climb in and out. The lenses and tail light are correct and actually work well enough to get you home safely after last call complete with period correct turn signals. A man will never be left thirsty or stranded when a Ford Flathead V-8 works like it should and stands ready to post bond. This car will last longer than you will. Surely, it’s not on its first date, but it has never been hammered hard down at the quarry and put away rusting wet. Get out the fine-toothed comb and let’s walk around. There are a couple of paint dings from use. What bugs are there left to squash? The window regulators work well and the windshield wipers work, this car even has the neat suicide doors in back. The Ford Flathead V-8 is such a delightful form of analog simplicity compared to today’s computerized cars, but my favorite contraption is still my next one. Summertime is madness and I’m quietly saying good bye after having the pleasure of understanding what Henry was thinking inside and out. One never owns these pleasures; they seem to only be shared among friends. The car is being sold locally and I reserve the right to end the auction early if sold.