A Thing of Beauty

Sterling and I spent a few days in Kanab this last week. Sterling worked on stables for his and his friends’ horses when they go to southern Utah to ride horses, and I visited with family and coworkers and hid away to stamp and quietly work.
The days were clear and crisp (a welcome sight compared to the smog they call an inversion in northern Utah), and each evening, Sterling and I snuggled together and watched a movie—a rare but wonderful occasion. Kanab is slower paced, and it was the perfect place to work and relax after a hectic few weeks.
One day while I was working away, Paul (Mom Heather’s husband) showed up at the door for a visit. Before I could welcome him in, he motioned for me to come with him for a ride in his 1950 Ford truck. Everyone in my family had been on a ride in Paul’s truck except me—it just never seemed to be a convenient time or there wasn’t enough room inside the cab. So when he invited me to join him, I jumped at the chance!
First, you must know that Paul’s hobby and passion is restoring older vehicles. He will tinker on an engine for months to get it just right, and when you pop the hood, it’s a beautiful sight!
Second, I love loud engines (listening to a Harley as it passes me on the freeway is a happy sound and makes my ears perk up), and I love speed (a fast boat or car makes me giggle). I grew up on a race track. My dad and his friends raced cars and motorcycles around the track while we slept among the roar of the engines.
Anyway, all I can say is that Paul’s truck (technically you’d call it a hot rod because restoring an older vehicle doesn’t usually give it the speed this truck has) is a beauty. I couldn’t stop talking about it. It’s obvious he loves what he does!
As we pulled out of the drive, Paul stomped on the pedal and we took off. Of course, I giggled! After the initial “rush,” he commented, “That was payback.”
Then he reminded me of a time years ago when I was driving him and my mom in Sterling’s new truck (a diesel with lots of power), and without notice, I stomped on the pedal and nearly scared them half to death (or at least caught their attention). Paul remembers me saying something like, “Don’t you just love the sound and power of that engine?”
I begged Paul for a photo so I could brag about him and his hot rod. I hope you’ll appreciate a thing of beauty like Paul’s Ford and smile the next time you step on the pedal of a powerful machine.
Well, Paul, you got me back, and I loved it!
Reader Comments (32)
This is my first response to your blog, it's a truck thing. I just want you to know I love reading about your family and I am really ejoying, and am proud to have, my own business as a Stampin' UP! Thank you for the opportunity.
We have a car show here every year. Along with the sled dog races, it is one of the highlights of the year. They are sure beautiful, but I never get a ride. I envy you now.
I wouldn't have guessed you liked engines and speed! That's the beauty of blogs - something new to learn every day!
Have a nice Monday!
Cindy
Thanks for sharing this little insight!
Hugs,
Cindy
Great to see you in Phoenix! It was a spectacular Leadership!
Hugs,
Terri
That Ford truck is truly beautiful! I will have to show it to my husband. We, ourselves are into classic cars and belong to a local car club. Our "baby" is a 1966 Mustang hard top with deluxe pony interior. We love it; did all the restoration ourselves as we were able. It has been in our family since 1976; belonged to my younger niece when she was in high school. She had a sentimental attachment and sold it to Gary and I in 1986 with the stipulation we take very good care of it, which we have. We'll never get rid of it!!
We have more than stamps in common. I too grew up at the race track as my father loved racing. We now live just a mile as the crow flies from the race track. In the summer on a race night my heart beats fast when I hear the cars roar.
Thanks for sharing this photo, it is a wonderful reminder of the truck I grew up in. My Dad had a 48 Ford that he drove up until his passing 4 years ago. Everyone in our town of 10,000 knew him by his truck. Even though the original 48 Ford was the green like Paul's, my Dad had it painted red with white accents in the mid 70's.
My brother, sister and I followed the hearse to the cemetery after my dad's funeral, it only seemed appropriate. Thanks so for sharing.
Patsy
Thanks for sharing
Genevra
Thanks for sharing
Genevra