Tuesday, October 13, 2009

My Car

I have never owned a car before. In High School I drove my dads truck and when I am home now, I just steal my mom's car. So the basic thought of owning a car feels strange to me, but that would be if were just any car. However, I know own a 1948 Crosley Station Wagon. This was my grandpa's dream car when He was my age, but because he was in the army he wasn't able to buy it. When I was in 5th grade he finally bought the body of the car to restore. When he began to restore it he and I traveled to North West Ohio for the National Crosley car show to find all the parts he needed. It was there that I fell in love with the Crosley cars as well, but more importantly Grandpa and I had the time of our lives (as we always did when we were together). Through the past few years as Grandpa restored the car I would help when I was in town and he would always keep me up to date on the latest improvements through phone calls and photos. As many of you know he went to see his savior the end of August. When he passed, he gave the car to me. So beyond owning a car, THIS car is especially amazing to have. It is a symbol and representation of all the things that my grandpa gave to me that aren't material. I have never drove it (because I don't how to drive stick) and I haven't seen it home yet (because I am in another country), but the feelings are just as rich. As much as I miss my grandpa, I know we have more adventures to come soon. Here are some pictures of it so you can see this truly remarkable and one of a kind car.

1 comment:

  1. Love the car. It will be an interesting experience learning to drive a stick shift. Especially on hills. Have fun.