Rhonda Mildon’s 1951 Ford F1 Flathead V8 pickup and its long journey to Aotearoa
Cheap to mass-produce, incredibly popular, the Ford F1 Flathead V8 kickstarted the United States’ ongoing love affair with the pickup truck.
Words: Jane Warwick Photos: Tessa Chrisp
Rhonda Mildon loves cars. She knows she shouldn’t given the state of the planet’s lungs, but she can’t help herself. At 13 she first got behind the wheel — initially driving up and down the family’s driveway.
Then, with her father, she took on the rural backroads of Auckland. Her mother, anxious and sitting in the back seat, tapped her father on the shoulder: “Len. Len! Tell her to slow down!”
And in that auspicious and freedom-defining 15th year so longed for by wannabe motorheads of the day, Rhonda got her licence and her first car — a Hillman Hunter.
A mint 1953 Morris Minor followed the Hillman. Its number plate, BC4058, is forever etched in Rhonda’s heart because although she appreciates all cars, she has a particular fondness for old ones.
Several years and cars later, Rhonda — now working in the United States as an emergency department nurse — decided it was time for a dream car. She didn’t want a daily runabout for doing chores and getting to and from work, but a car that would blow the workaday cobwebs from her head. Since she always planned to return home, the vehicle would also be a reminder of her time in the United States.
Perusing the classified advertisements website, Craigslist, Rhonda came across a 1951 Ford pickup. She marked it and moved on to look at, among others, a T-Bird in Florida, but she kept coming back to the truck, a beautifully restored 1951 Ford F1 Flathead V8.
The car’s history went like this: owner Joseph Cashen lived in Santa Monica but also had a property — Wingmaster Farm — on the California coast. Joseph and the farmer next door shared the truck as Joseph’s ranch was mostly a weekend retreat.
Pat offered to deliver it, driving it down the winding Topanga Canyon to the Pacific Coast Highway and onto Rhonda’s place. Rhonda then drove Pat home in her Volvo.
It took only a few trips for Rhonda to get used to the size and feel of the truck and soon she was confident driving it on the freeways. Other people loved it, too. One day, a man pulled up beside her at the traffic lights in Marina del Rey, left his car and came to Rhonda’s window. He dangled his car keys and told her he’d swap the truck for his Audi right that instant.
Another time, an admiring couple followed her home, not intending to alarm her but merely to relish the sight of a Ford — and United States — icon.
For its trip to Aotearoa, the truck took up half a 40-foot shipping container. Thankfully, there was LA-based Kiwi Shipping, a division of Mainfreight, to help with the process. This included packing the truck and Rhonda’s belongings so neatly and securely that everything arrived intact — no scratches or breakages.
Mainfreight also removed and presented her with the vehicle’s license plates; classic black plates hugely collectable in California.
So desirable are the old plates that in 2015, California’s Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) introduced a Legacy License Plate programme. Under the scheme, car owners were offered the opportunity to purchase replicas of historic plates for any year and model of car, commercial vehicle, motorcycle, or trailer.
The container arrived early one December, where it sat on the wharf during the Christmas break. A further wait had to be endured while the Ministry of Primary Industries fumigated the container because of Joseph’s white oak panels. Then, the car’s age and mechanics caused consternation at the VTNZ, making getting a New Zealand WoF unlikely.
Luckily Rhonda has a cousin, also a car- lover with a couple of antique vehicles, who put her onto a vehicle-compliance specialist.
With the help of GR Engineering on Auckland’s North Shore, Rhonda tackled the red tape that would make her truck roadworthy in Aotearoa.
Rhonda found out that although the brakes were safe, their age meant they lacked the stamp now required to show compliance with safety regulations. New brakes were ordered from the United States. The steering wheel had the play or looseness that many old vehicles have, which is no longer acceptable.
The United States standard seatbelts also had to be removed and replaced with New Zealand-compliant restraints. There was a small oil seepage here, and a loose screw there but, tick by tick, the truck got closer to going home with Rhonda. In February it was released.
Like her initial foray on the LA freeway system, the trip from GR Engineering to her home on the other side of Auckland was a little nerve-wracking — navigating the motorways, going the long way round to avoid the Harbour Bridge, and edging around roadworks and through the Waterview tunnel.
This time, though, it wasn’t because she was in an unfamiliar vehicle, but after 30 years in United States, she was on left-hand roads. But even before she got home, she was wondering what she had worried about.
Muggy the rescue dog, 15 years old and nearly blind, loves the truck; it’s just the thing for a gent with a wind-blown fringe. Rhonda also cherishes it. She adores it because it is authentic. It has been fueled by affection all its life (even in those long barn days), and it has that particular old-car smell.
And — not least of its charms — it has a distinct Ford F1 Flathead V8 sound, an engine note that aficionados say once heard is never forgotten.