Tag Archives: 1939 Ford Coupe

Thirty-nine Ford, Forty-eight mill,   zippin’ along up Milk River Hill. That motor was fine, a two-thirty-nine,   the paint didn’t shine, but damn it was mine. Five window coupe, three on the tree,   pull out the choke, then turn the key. Hydraulic brakes to get her to stop,   worn-out shocks to getContinue reading “Thirty-Nine Ford”