I’ve became friends with the man who owns my dad’s 67 Chevelle.
He’s taken extremely great care of the car and restored it to a better car than we had growing up. As he was upgrading certain things on the car, I asked him to not get rid of the steering wheel if he hadn’t already. I knew it was old and he would prolly replace it with a better shape or new.
Little did I know I would come home from a business trip to find my dad’s steering wheel in a box he had shipped to me.
I immediately cried tears of joy just remembering the conversations me and my dad had as he grasp that wheel talking to me as a child all through high school.
Such a happy moment for me and lucky to have met such decent people in the hot rod world. Holding the steering wheel my dad taught me how to drive with was so special.
That is bloody awesome
ReplyDeletethank you! I'm glad to get your feedback which reassures me that my thoughts of the sentimental value in this are what you too, are enthused about
DeleteWhat a womderful act of kindness. In return maybe you could arrange that on your demise it would go back to the car it came from.
ReplyDeleteThis is from Facebook, like I mentioned in the title, this has nothing to do with me
DeleteHow awesome is that!
ReplyDeletethank you! I'm glad to get your feedback which reassures me that my thoughts of the sentimental value in this are what you too, are enthused about
DeleteYou engendered a flashback! Suddenly I'm 6 years old, sitting on my Dad's lap and steering his '48 Buick around a parking lot, looking at the gunsight ornament down that long narrow hood and then at the huge gorgeous steering wheel in my (and my Dad's) hands...
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Awww! Then my job here is done!
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