The baby I'm referring to being gone is my beloved '53 Bel Air, the one and only car I've ever owned long enough to have actually finished-finish-finished!
Some people say "everything's for sale", while others tend to disagree-they are the ones who have owned the same car forever ... and probably are still married to their high school sweetheart. Well, not only am I not married, but I just sent what I considered to be a "keeper" down the road. Guess I'm an official poster child for the above statement, whether I like it or not.
The baby I'm referring to being gone is my beloved '53 Bel Air, the one and only car I've ever owned long enough to have actually finished-finish-finished! And it was because of that fact that I had every intention of keeping this one ... well, there were a couple of occasions where I'd toyed with the possibility of selling it (at which point my pal Shige posted it on the Mooneyes site), but I was more than content ultimately keeping the title in my name. But that contentment would apparently not last as long as I'd imagined, or even wished for back then.
As fate-or karma, depending on how you look at it-would have it, Eric Peratt from Pinkee's Rod Shop hit me up one morning wanting to know if I knew of any (nice) daily driver customs for sale. One of his customers was in the market, and when he told me exactly what he was looking for (as well as the fact that he was about to buy a chopped '53 hardtop from the East Coast), well, the wheels of transaction started rolling in my head. Despite having breathed a huge sigh of relief that my '53 had "not" sold before, I somehow seemed to do a complete 180-degree turn and offered mine up as a potential candidate. As I've undoubtedly not learned from experiences past, I seriously need to watch what I wish for, and more importantly, think before opening my mouth!
Within minutes, I was on the phone with the soon-to-be new owner of the Chevy-and by the end of the following week, I was watching my baby as she was being loaded into an enclosed trailer. Fortunately, that was right "after" I watched my "new" baby as she was being unloaded from that same trailer! Yeah, the tearful parting was not nearly as painful as it would've been had it not been for the fact that I managed to fill the void left with another chopped Chevy! (All kidding aside, I will truly miss my blue car, but I'm confident she's in good hands now ...)
I often wonder why I never became a used car salesman?