Part 1 (again)
While you were out...
So if anyone remembers, I had a 1988 Honda Accord SE-i back some time, which proved an unmitigated failure. Besides the one Midfield victory, the tired old Accord couldn't pull off anything else, and out of embarrassment, I dropped off the map. The resulting twist of fate, though, I considered nothing less than miraculous. Here's what happened (There's more this time, promise).
I have a neighbor, whom we shall call Mr. Duncan (because that's how I've known him my whole life). Back when, Mr. Duncan was a GM employee from Oshawa, and decided to buy a Chevelle SS back in '69. He oversaw every detail of the car from stamping to finishing, made sure everything was perfect, and kept the car locked in his garage for all of forty years. Last count, this thing had 3km on the odometer, and a total of 17 minutes engine running time.
I was 8 years old when we moved here, I still remember the first day; while my family unpacked, I was in the front yard with my bike when I saw it. It was jet black, with a cream roof and white stripes. The hood was propped up, and there he was. He saw me staring, smiled, waved me over, and asked "Wanna learn how this thing works?" It became ritual every Friday and Saturday evening, until university happened.
Part 1.5
Reuse, Recycle
I was visiting home for treading week, but it took me a while to figure it out. When I asked for Mr. Duncan, his wife told me he passed away while I was studying. She told me to wait at the door, left and came back, and handed me the keys to the Chevelle. "He left this for you...take care of it."
Moral dilemma: Take it or leave it?
While you were out...
So if anyone remembers, I had a 1988 Honda Accord SE-i back some time, which proved an unmitigated failure. Besides the one Midfield victory, the tired old Accord couldn't pull off anything else, and out of embarrassment, I dropped off the map. The resulting twist of fate, though, I considered nothing less than miraculous. Here's what happened (There's more this time, promise).
I have a neighbor, whom we shall call Mr. Duncan (because that's how I've known him my whole life). Back when, Mr. Duncan was a GM employee from Oshawa, and decided to buy a Chevelle SS back in '69. He oversaw every detail of the car from stamping to finishing, made sure everything was perfect, and kept the car locked in his garage for all of forty years. Last count, this thing had 3km on the odometer, and a total of 17 minutes engine running time.
I was 8 years old when we moved here, I still remember the first day; while my family unpacked, I was in the front yard with my bike when I saw it. It was jet black, with a cream roof and white stripes. The hood was propped up, and there he was. He saw me staring, smiled, waved me over, and asked "Wanna learn how this thing works?" It became ritual every Friday and Saturday evening, until university happened.
Part 1.5
Reuse, Recycle
I was visiting home for treading week, but it took me a while to figure it out. When I asked for Mr. Duncan, his wife told me he passed away while I was studying. She told me to wait at the door, left and came back, and handed me the keys to the Chevelle. "He left this for you...take care of it."
Moral dilemma: Take it or leave it?
. Nah, take the car.
