Tuesday. Terror.

Tuesday I go get Dad's car. I've never driven it....what I do know is the guy who helped him rebuild it "advised" against the carburator he installed. The other one is at Dad's house. So I'm going to drive it 120 miles to my house on Tuesday.

And then it will be, officially....mine. And I haven't seen it since the last time I saw it with Dad at a car show before he passed. I am A) scared of how it will make me feel and B) Scared to drive it!

It will be ok, Dad's got my back....I have back up to follow me the whole way. But I'm freaked.

~Ang

'50 Ford

Working on deleting old pics on the hard drive last night (its hopeless, I fear, I am not so good at remembering to do that and my C drive is maxed)...found these pictures of Dad with the car he had before the Henry J, a 1950 Ford he got as pretty much a shell and had completely restored and rodded. Showed it for a couple years but as was his way, got tired of it once it was perfected and wanted another challenge. This is at a car show at J-Mar's diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa...

He sold it on eBay, which is where I think he found the Henry J (we used to sit at his computer desk for hours watching eBay auctions for cars he was keeping an eye on, real-size and models, which he built/sold/collected). He sent me this picture the day the new owner came to get it...I think he was a little sad to let this one go. Hadn't realized I'd saved the email with this picture all these years...

I'm glad I've saved emails from Dad, but they are pretty hard to read right now.

~Ang