A 1972 International that showed up wearing flat black over somebody else's red, and left the driveway sage green with fuel injection. Body off, floors out, three years of weekends.
California plates, primer on the hood, torn seats and a tired 345 wearing an Edelbrock. It ran. That was about all you could say for it.



Doors off, tub stripped, floors cut out and replaced. Most of a Scout II's rust is in the floors and the rear wheel arches, and this one was no exception. Both kids logged real hours on a grinder.


Grille, trim, bumpers and brackets all went black in a canopy in the driveway. Not a booth. It worked.


New seats, a rebuilt dash, black door panels, and a 345 that starts on the first turn of the key. It hauls four people and a cooler and gets waved at everywhere it goes.



