A couple weeks ago the sun came out and it hit 60 degrees. Honey’s Dart hadn’t been out in a month. Time to put the top down and drive to the hardware store. Get some oil on all those seals. I’m walking out of the little Ace Hardware and this blond stops her Mercedes right behind me. “I want to buy your car!” Lady, it’s not for sale. I built this for my wife. I’m the mechanic so she lets me drive it once in a while. “I’ll pay cash. Name your price I want that car.” Lady, this car is a labor of love for the woman of my wildest dreams. You can’t have it. “Everybody has a price. “You’re blocking traffic Lady. Those honking horns are for you.
Back in the car and driving back home a thirty something stops next to me at a signal light (I’m 71). “Beautiful car! What year is it?” It’s a 64. I built for my wife. She had one like it as a teenager. “Is that interior white or cream?” Me being the babe in the woods that I am I say white. And she says, “Then we could climb into the back seat and get cream all over!”
I was speechless
Back in the car and driving back home a thirty something stops next to me at a signal light (I’m 71). “Beautiful car! What year is it?” It’s a 64. I built for my wife. She had one like it as a teenager. “Is that interior white or cream?” Me being the babe in the woods that I am I say white. And she says, “Then we could climb into the back seat and get cream all over!”
I was speechless
