I heart car
Yesterday my dad called me.. it was kinda strange cause he called at the exact moment my alarm went off to wake me up for work.. so I had to turn off the alarm, then answer the phone.. ANYWAY, yesterday, my dad called me.
He just said “Hey, guess what I’m driving behind?”
”what?”
”your old car”
I was kinda stoked on this cause I’ve been thinking about my old Ford a lot lately. I loved that thing, and I sold it when I knew I should. It was having issues and it was just time. Plus that and I just finished my project I was working on for a good three months (1998 Chrysler sebring convertible that I put a hopped up engine into). I remember even telling myself (cause I knew id regret it some day down the line) “Don’t worry, this is the right thing to do as of now.” My dad always asked me if I wanted him to run the plates on it to see where it is now, but I refused because I was afraid of it turning up as non-op. I didn’t wanna know that my car that had so many good memories tucked away under its hood was 3 inches tall in a dark, cold, and unforgiving junkyard. But good news! I asked him to read off the plate, it matched what I remember (2HEJ113) and he said it looked great. The paint was still gorgeous, and the same chrome mags were still on the car. It was driving on highway 580 towards Oakland, cruising at a good 75 mph.
I felt so nostalgic when I hung up the phone. I remember thinking, “right now, its driving down the road.” It made me feel so good knowing she’s alive and running somewhere.
I’m so proud of her. =)
He just said “Hey, guess what I’m driving behind?”
”what?”
”your old car”
I was kinda stoked on this cause I’ve been thinking about my old Ford a lot lately. I loved that thing, and I sold it when I knew I should. It was having issues and it was just time. Plus that and I just finished my project I was working on for a good three months (1998 Chrysler sebring convertible that I put a hopped up engine into). I remember even telling myself (cause I knew id regret it some day down the line) “Don’t worry, this is the right thing to do as of now.” My dad always asked me if I wanted him to run the plates on it to see where it is now, but I refused because I was afraid of it turning up as non-op. I didn’t wanna know that my car that had so many good memories tucked away under its hood was 3 inches tall in a dark, cold, and unforgiving junkyard. But good news! I asked him to read off the plate, it matched what I remember (2HEJ113) and he said it looked great. The paint was still gorgeous, and the same chrome mags were still on the car. It was driving on highway 580 towards Oakland, cruising at a good 75 mph.
I felt so nostalgic when I hung up the phone. I remember thinking, “right now, its driving down the road.” It made me feel so good knowing she’s alive and running somewhere.
I’m so proud of her. =)