Ok so here's the full story:
The guy who stored my car for the winter who's name is John, has been friends with Weston's father since they were 3 years old. Weston is 11 years old and confined to a wheel chair. The medication he's on makes him sick every day of his life.
Now here's the disturbing part. At the last car cub meeting that I couldn't go to due to work it seems John got up and talked about Weston and how Weston has Muscular Dystrophy and wants nothing more than to ride in a muscle car. NOT ONE PERSON in our entire car club batted an eye or said anything. No one volunteered! John was disgusted.
So am I for that matter.