Ever been so attached to a car you miss it when it isn't around?

Well, evidently, I'm that attached to my car, it's been sitting miles away at my fathers house since it broke down in May, I've wanted to be able to drive it of course, but I also just miss it being here. I can't even sit down and find more things to tinker with while it's not here. This drives me nuts, I honestly think I'm more attached to this car than a lot of people I know, then again, never have been a people person.

I'm the kind of person who, in his free time, will often be fixing or tinkering with something, and there's a lot of tidbits with my car I could mess with, like the rattly knee panel on the bottom of the dash, which, sure will be yanked out and replaced with the one from the '89 soon. Doesn't mean I won't at the very least tape it to make it stop rattling, or shove some cardboard in somewhere to make it stop. Some such rigged nonsense so that way it doesn't rattle on every rough road. Maybe wire up the adapter I have for the Oldsmobile junkyard pull CD / Cassette stereo I can use temporarily and actually have a radio. There's a lot of things I could do, but can't because my car isn't here. Again, this drives me nuts.

The anticipation of swapping the engine from my '89 (Parts car) to my '86 (project car / daily driver) in October has me more antsy about it. I would rather get it over with sooner, but my father's sense of waiting for the weather to cool off a bit more is usually the best sense about it. I try to be patient with these things, but, at my age, impatience is practically expected.

I also feel sorry for ya'll when I actually am able to start actually fixing things, like doing the interior swap, 'cause that'll generate a thread of it's own. I can guarentee it will be a bit interesting, especially with the re-wiring I'll have to do. Heated rear window in the '89, but not in my '86, power seat control on the door of the '89, but not on my '86, so on, so forth. Also the '89 has dual power front seats, the '86 only has drivers side power seats, the '89 has power mirrors, the '86 does not, so on, so forth, on and on. I'm even swapping the drivers side doors and tailgate, 'cause both driver side doors on my car are rusted, the back drivers side door has a dent, and my tailgate has a hole in it that looks oddly like someone shot it with a .22.


It's this brief parting from it that has further set my "I'm not selling this car even if hell freezes over" mindset into stone. I'm sure plenty of you feel, or have felt this way about one car or another. I think it's mostly that the car was always with my family, though I've only really gotten attached too it over the past ten years, with it always being loyal, only being parked once for a blown head gasket, until recently when the barely, if even close to 130k mile rebuilt trans started peeing all over the place.


So yeah,m point of fact, I miss my damn car!

 

Lucky for you we are headed out the door to go into town or this could get lengthy. But, yes, especially my blue 55 Chevy BelAir and then the 55 lil red wagon when I traded it.
The blue one was my first tri-five Chevy. I miss that car. I've written about the wagon and how I traded it for a 1949 Ford.
Yes, I can understand missing a car, even if it is just down the road or gone forever.
Us CAR GUYS AND GALS are a strange bunch.
Did I tell you about the green 57 Chevy 2-door hardtop I also sold when I moved? Gosh, I mss that car.
Yes dear, I'm coming.......................

 

Yeah, I'm hoping to not have to get rid of any car I get rid of, unless it's totaled, it ain't going away.

 

The car I miss most is my 1989 Mercury Grand Marquis LS sedan. It was one of 50-60 Grand Marquis sedans built in 89 with both the 351W and the Trailer Tow III package, and the only LS sedan painted Dark Cranberry Red Metallic. Everything was still working as new at 185,000 miles when it was rear ended and written off. There was no way to repair the frame damage caused by the Reese Class II hitch and the stupid way it was mounted.

 

I missed almost every vehicle I've owned. A few were my 1972 red Gran Torino wagon
My black 1965 Mustang fastback with the ralley pack and performance options.
My 1926 Model T touring which I totally restored original.
Really miss my 1950 Harley panhead hydra glide with one of the last tank shifters. That's good for two cry's.
My red 1975 Ford 1/2 ton with custom made topper.
And the list goes on. :banghead3:
But a growing family, moving, needing a better RV puller, life, etc. help decide.

 

I miss Jimmy...

 

Who was Jimmy?

 

A Jimmy.....GMC "Jimmy"

 

OK - I thought that at first but didn't want to confuse a person with a vehicle!

So Fannie - what kind of Jimmy was it?

 

Shuuuuu! Maybe fannie's hubby don't know about Jimmy!

 

Well, cat's out of the bag now!