Paul S 1931 Ford Model A Tudor sedan

We saved this car's life. Now, it's repaying us with smiles.

My wife and I have both been huge fans of the 1928-1931 Ford cars almost all our lives, though neither of us had mentioned it to the other. Fast forward when we are both 40 years old and discussing cars, and the mutual affection for the Model A came up. It didn't take much discussion before I was researching the cars and found that they were much more affordable than either of us imagined.

We started looking for a Model A to purchase. At first, our plan was to get either a pickup or a coupe that still had a trunk (no rumble seat) so we could use the Model A to haul our gear on our occasional lakeside camping trips. We looked at a few cars, and did a couple test drives, but none of the cars we checked out really seemed like the "right" car for us. I read about this 1931 Tudor sedan online and saw that it was somewhat nearby, so contacted the owner. The owner was away on a trip and wouldn't be back for a few weeks, and I wasn't really all that interested in the Tudor body style anyway, so didn't push it.

A few days later, this car was just bugging me, and so I made arrangements to go see it. It so happened that the owner was returning from his trip early, and my wife was off that day, so we could see the car together. I went over the car top to bottom and saw that it was going to need a lot more work than I wanted to do right away. However, the owner suggested we take it for a spin, just the two of us, but asked that we not leave his immediate neighborhood (quite honestly, the car wasn't safe for use upon public roads!). I drove and my wife was shotgun. About the time I hit 3rd gear, I looked over at my wife and said, "I feel like I have been driving this car my whole life." She looked at me and said "I feel like I have been in this car my whole life too!" That was it, we both knew we had to buy this car and make it a part of our family.

Upon returning up the very long driveway to the owner's house, we said we were interested in the car. The owner told us there was already a guy in the south part of the state with a trailer preparing to come buy it with plans of turning it into a "rat rod". Neither of us could stomach that thought, so we insisted he sell the car to us. There was no way we were going to let that special car "die". The owner flatly refused to accept my cash (he was very untrusting, thought I might try to slip him counterfeit bills, seriously?) so we set up an elaborate scheme that he came up with involving my bank, his bank, cashier's check, etc. It was a bit of a turn-off, but we followed through anyway; That car reached out to us in some spiritual way, we were now on a mission to own that car. We showed up the next day with a trailer and brought the car home.

Being an engineer for a living, it was quickly determined that I needed some help, so we joined a Model A club. After a year fully restoring the Tudor and fussing over the most minute details as only an engineer with OCD can, it was truly as good or better than the day it was built. Sometimes it was frustrating, sometimes it was heartbreaking (and a lot of money), but mostly it was a labor of love. I have never had a "spiritual" connection to any mechanical device or car before. This one is special.

We use the Model A all the time and now we can't imagine life without it. It brings a smile to our faces every time one of us drives it. We are both so glad we ended up with this Tudor Sedan. Turns out it has been so much more useful than a pickup truck or coupe would have been for us.

On a whim, last year we drove the Model A to a Councours D'Elegance where it was displayed on the lawn besides some breathtaking cars, and ours won a ribbon!

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