Getting loaded....

So, car loaded, he heads into the house and comes back with a, you guessed it, large stack of paperwork and the title. I reach for it, and he pulls it back. "Promise me you'll take care of it." I promise him that I will. He hands over the paperwork which I will dig into later. I ask him off handedly, why the wheels were burgandy. He broke into a grin, and told me how Mr. Oppenhiem drove the car to his house once long ago and was fretting over the wheels being plain. He said "Henry kept running back and forth to the paint store. This color. That color. Never seen the likes of it. Finally he picked burgandy after about three weeks of frettin. Dunno why he chose burgandy tho. Might have been his wife. He hung the moon on her." So we bullsh*t around a while more, and before we leave, he says to me: "Guess you're an alright fella. Heres my email address. Send me a picture every now and then. So I know its okay. Henry meant alot to me. And he loved his car." I told him I would. I asked him why it was outside if it meant so much. He said that he bought it six years ago, and for the first four it sat in his garage, never moving. Finally his wife got tired of it being in the way and asked him to move it. He then parked it next to the garage, but again, she wasnt happy. So he moved it out to the pasture behind his cattle trailers, where it sat until I stumbled on it, about three weeks shy of two years. We say our goodbyes, and head to the car wash. Soap and Water makes it allllllllllll better. I always start out by washing a project before I get it home.

Cool huh?