He replaced the blown engine with a 312-cubic-inch mill from a police interceptor, which provided plenty of towing grunt. He left the frame alone, trusting Ford’s craftsmanship to handle the tow loads.
“I put my name on the side of it and there I was, in business,” Peterson says.
Over the years Peterson grew quite fond of his pieced-together workhorse, which was starting to look a bit rough. In 1980, he stripped it apart for a complete restoration, adding new steel to replace the rust, and refinishing everything. He added a few goodies, such as aluminum running boards and new mirrors, and he repainted the truck a deep burgundy. Sign painter Roger Benjamin put Peterson’s name back on the doors, along with some decorative pin striping.
And when it was looking shiny and new, the truck went back to work. Peterson used it regularly until about five years ago, when he decided it needed another restoration. He went through everything again, this time making everything show-perfect. The tractor tire was ditched in favor of an actual push bumper, the boom was brightened with aluminum panels and rivets, and the truck bed was covered with a shiny sheet of aluminum diamond plate.
Peterson knew going into the second restoration that it was time for the truck to retire.