For the do-it-yourselfer, body skeletons are economic and ideal. The skeleton is the complete body, less outer quarters, outer rockers, doors and door hinges, and deck lid. Hardtop and sedan models start at $9,500 retail while convertibles start at $11,500.
Should you want a more complete and ready-to-go package, the entire body structure, floor, firewall, doors and hinges, trunk floor, trunk lid, tailpan, rear window to trunk panel, trunk hinges, trunk walls, wheelhousings, outer quarter-panels, outer quarter to trunk panels,inner and outerrockers, roof structure and top skin with driprails will be offered fully assembled, welding completed, doors prehung and fitted, deck lid prehung and fitted. Hardtops and sedan body shells will retail from $11,500 while convertible shells will retail from $13,500. All are assembled in the USA and delivered to the customer in bare steel.
Bodies can be ordered now through Woody’s Hot Rodz of Bright, Indiana, who also has developed full roller packages and complete turnkey cars that include either an Art Morrison chassis or the all-new Woody’s Hot Rodz Full Wood gasser straight-axle chassis. For more information about purchasing bodies, chassis, or rollers, contact Woody’s at 855.567.1957 or visit woodyshotrodz.com.
My daily routine is mundane to say the least. It involves four main components: eating, sleeping, working, and finally what I like to call, gymin’ it up. That’s pretty much the gist of it. Get me a T-shirt, a pair of Dickies pants, some Chuck Taylors, and I’m pretty much set to roll. Nothing too flashy or exciting on my end of the spectrum. Besides, it’s the little things that we do outside of work that bring the most normality, right? I can’t say I live the rock star lifestyle. In fact, it’s just the opposite. Mine is modest and mostly solitary. When I get a chance for some me time, I take it.
Case in point, over the weekend after shooting one of our tech stories, it was off to the gym as usual. Except, on this one occasion I was heading off to gym it up on a weekend and later than usual. For me, the gym has been a way to stay healthy and break up some monotony from the daily grind. It also affords me the opportunity to give my noodle-brain a chance to focus on something a little different for a change; a reset, if you will. Other than wrenching on the magazine project vehicles, it’s quite honestly the only thing I actually really look forward to doing on a daily basis without any hesitation.
That Saturday night turned out to be a complete letdown though. After a full day of shooting, I rushed home to prep for the gym. By the time I had gotten to the gym’s parking lot, it was mostly empty. It was a good sign, and I even managed to pull into the first parking lot nearest the entrance. By the time I had walked through the doors (8:10 p.m.) the place was a complete ghost town. Perfect! No one to bug me and the floor was clear to make my rounds with the weights. They even had the good music on and I began to complete some warm-up sets. What I didn’t realize was that my good fortune really meant the gym was closed. I was the only person in thereliterally. It quickly became obvious that I was not only alone, but the only one willing to work out during closing time too. I stood there for a bit, took a long disappointing breath, dipped my head in shame, and soldiered back out. Since then I’ve learned how to read the Hours of Operation sign posted on the door. How’s that for mundane?