I'm sitting here in the solarium at the hospital listening to all the people talking. The topic is cars. One of them said his father gave him a 64 Chevy II completely restored as a gift for getting good grades and a full academic scholarship to a major university in our town so he can live at home and concentrate on school. He said it was something called a frame-off restoration that took his father, owner of an automotive body shop 3 years. The guy (son) told me it was an absolute piece of junk. It had a manual transmission, no touch screen, no Bluetooth, and worst of all it used a key to open the doors and start the engine. He told me that his friends laughed at him and old people asked him questions he could not answer. He told me that he was going to dump this piece of junk and get a good car and he hoped he could get enough to cover a down payment. We went out into the parking lot to see the car. It was a flawless restoration, absolutely beautiful right down to stickers and chalk marks and three scrap books. There were at least a dozen people looking at the car. I told him he'd better just give it back to his father. I said, please don't ask me to explain why, just take my word for it and do it.
A little later the father showed up and came looking for me. We became instant friends and had a great time talking about everything and nothing. The father said this was a last chance to try to share he love of restoring cars with his son. Instead now, he's taking his son shopping for a "good car" right away and will keep the piece of junk for his own use.
For me, I't take the Chevy II and never look back.
A little later the father showed up and came looking for me. We became instant friends and had a great time talking about everything and nothing. The father said this was a last chance to try to share he love of restoring cars with his son. Instead now, he's taking his son shopping for a "good car" right away and will keep the piece of junk for his own use.
For me, I't take the Chevy II and never look back.