This year will be the first time in almost 20 years I haven’t packed up the car with Christmas cheer and headed south. Lately that meant meeting up with my parents and their two dogs in Virginia and carpooling on down to Knoxville, braving the rest of the loonies in travel, the sinister Virginia State Police and heaping amounts of boredom. By about a hundred miles in, everyone else in our ’92 Suburban would usually pass out, leaving my father and I to dream up any number of would be projects. No matter what we started on, be it a slammed ’90 Nissan Hardbody, a 392-powered, Hulk green International Scout or simply trying to get the Mark III moving, we always came back around to the idea of a Nomad family hauler. Dad was always one for the ‘57’s epic fins, but I fell hard for the more reserved ’56. A fuel injected 350 (like the one in the nose of the truck), a modern suspension and Brembo stoppers usually made it into the mix along with a slick pearlescent paint job.  So for all of you out there getting ready to take to the road, dream on. [Photo Courtesy of GM]