May 12, 2009 16:00
I sold my '68 Nova this weekend.
As much as I didn't want to sell it, I couldn't stand to see it sit there any longer either.
I was supposed to do the bodywork and put a new engine in it over last winter with my soon to be ex father-in-law at his shop, but all I got were excuses.
"It's too cold"
"The plates on the trailer are expired"
"It's hunting season"
etc.
Funny, but the winter before that was just as cold, and he redid his Opel GT that winter.
If he didn't want to have anything to do with this project, why didn't he just sat so? Instead, I got the whole story last summer about how we'd get it all fixed up and painted.
At least I know where his daughter got the "If it's not important to me or something I have to do, then it's not getting done" trait from.
I had that car for almost the same amount of time as I was with her. I drove it alot and had some good times with it and now it's gone.
Just like my relationship with her.
At least I don't have to see some yuppie asshole drive her onto a trailer after bitching about the price and giving me less than I wanted for her, like I had to with my hot rod.
I just have to watch her move out.
I'm gonna miss that fucking car...