and meet wonderful people with stories to tell
and with great cars filled with history.
This was our day.
Like a excited child I oohed and awed. Then I asked a total stranger if I could photograph his car. He pleasantly acquiesced and began to share tales of his interstate travel and southern engineering repairs along the way. It contained the original motor. I was too enamored with history in my face to even think to snap a picture. Hubby knew the questions to ask as we were told it was a 1927 Model T Ford.
The conversation turned to Dad's old Motel T that sits here At The Farm. Discussion led to parts. We have the frame, the motor and many, many parts of it here and there. I have the man's name and number and the knowledge he loves his car as much as Dad did his. He said this car began as only a frame.
The thought occurred to me that maybe Dad would be proud to have a man who loves this car so much take what is left and give it life again. I will discuss it with family.
If I have learned nothing else in this life I have learned things unused do not last. So I'm still thinking. I believe Dad would like the idea of his car living on and loved by a master mechanic and a keeper of stories and history.
I have no idea what to ask for a price. I'm just thinking Dad would like it to happen. We will see...