Back in 2005, I put the car I'd driven from 1979 to 1998, and then again from 2003 to 2005 in storage. It was my high-school/college/grad school/early married years car: a generic 1973 Plymouth Satellite 4-door with a 318/904/8.25 drivetrain. Over the years I'd put in an Edelbrock 4-bbl intake, mild upgraded cam, Thermoquad carb, and every police-spec factory-issue Chrysler B-body part I found in all my years of junkyard hunting (rear sway bar, front sway bar and beefed up front subframe, bigger brakes, bigger tires, shocks, hard front subframe isolators in place of the rubber donuts, 100A alternator, etc.) I had a lot of fun with that car over the years. At its best it was still a tick underpowered (really undergeared- if it had had 3.55s it would have screamed). But all the police parts made it corner well enough to surprise the snot out of a lot of sporty compact drivers back in the 90s! It was hilarious to sneak up behind a Supra, early Miata, or Z and actually hang with him (and sometimes even pass him) on the inside of a curve with a big-honkin' piece of American pig-iron. I got more than a few shocked looks. But by 05, it was really just worn out. 437,000 miles on the chassis, over 260k on the engine, over 200k on the last transmission build, and all 430+k on the rear springs and axle. Selling it wouldn't have netted as much as parts would have (4-doors never command any value, mid-70s ones even less). I had a storage space at my folks' farm, so I put it on jackstands, ran 2-stroke lube down the carb until it stalled in a fog of blue smoke, and then drained the fuel and pulled the battery out. Tossed mothballs inside, and closed it up, and walked away. And it sat for >8 years During that time, my daughter graduated HS and went to college, I got into Jeeps for a while, and then went middle-age crazy and bought the SRT. And then my parents both passed away, Dad in 2011, mom in January of this year. My wife and I have been gradually cleaning things out and preparing the farm for an estate sale and then leasing out the land and houses, hopefully to break even on taxes so we don't have to sell it. So I really needed that storage space, and I decided to part with the car But I wanted it to leave under its own power if it could, if nothing else to make it a little more likely to go in the estate sale rather than as junk afterward. I allocated 2 Saturdays to get it running. This past saturday was to be day 1: Gas in the tank, cheap battery bolted in. Cranked for 30 seconds to make sure there was no hydro-lock or mouse living in a cylinder. Then 20 squirts of gasoline into the carb bowl vent and 3 squirts down the carb. Turned the key... and after about 5 seconds cranking it lit off almost like it had never been stored (except for the rat nest that blew out of one exhaust pipe and the FOG of blue as the old 2-stroke oil burned out. I was amazed- she's a faithful old girl. Not even a lifter tick after all that. I washed it up and felt like I was grooming a faithful old dog for the last trip to the vet. I drove it around the back roads a bit, transmission worked through all gears without slipping or flaring, brakes worked, lights worked. After getting it fully warmed up I even tossed it into a couple of light drifts around some county road hairpin turns I used to play on for old times' sake. Parked it and figured it would go for parts in the estate sale... at least I'd beaten my 2 saturdays guess on getting it running by a day and a half! Sunday after church, a friend responded to a facebook post and said he really wanted a project car for him and his high-school age son. By sunday night he was driving it to his house. I'm happy it has a second chance, even if it just comes apart and becomes "one of those projects" that never gets finished- it will still give a father some time with his son, just like my Dad and I had working on it back when I was 16. Not a bad way to part with a car that's been part of my life, in one way or another, since the day my parents bought it at the Plymouth dealership in the fall of 1972.