Sandi Ciarrone's 1960 F100
I have wanted an old truck all my life. I got serious about looking a couple years ago. In December of 2021 I saw the truck I've always wanted on a online auction. 1960 F100. The truck was located in Dallas Texas where she had spent her entire life. I was successful in purchasing her and had her shipped home here to Ohio. She went under an 18-month restoration where I replaced almost everything mechanical about her. Her drive train was in good shape. So her 223 straight six was completely rebuilt along with the replacement of most everything else under the hood. Her interior upholstery was completely redone. A very 1960 plaid interior with a Betsy Ross flag as her headliner. I installed carpet and custom floor mats and had the window glass replaced. I repainted the top of the cab both bumpers and had a custom bedliner sprayed on the old rusty blue bed. I did not change the color of the truck. I had a Dakota dash installed and had the dash bezel and the air cleaner hydro dipped in a 2nd. amendment art. I had custom lettering done so the F O R D would stand out on the tailgate. I made custom tailgate chains for her that say 1960 F100 and Ford. I think the coolest thing about her is when investigating her VIN I discovered that we were born on the exact same day. It is such an honor to drive her and know that she is a part of our country that I love and that we share the same exact month the day and year as our birthday. Her name is Glory, but I call her Betz. I am looking forward to driving her this summer and entering her in some car shows for the very first time. It is such a pleasure to just go out on a Saturday morning for a cup of coffee and stop at the farm market. She is quite the celebrity when we are out. I enjoy the three on the tree and just the way she drives and the way she smells. She is my Glory. My father worked for Ford for 43 years. Both my parents and my three sisters had a successful life due to my dad working so hard as a block repairman. I think the saddest thing about my truck is my dad lost his life in an automobile accident the week I bought her and t never got to see her or ride in her. But I feel when I take her out somehow he's always in there with me riding along and smiling. God bless America and God bless American trucks.