[Rick V]

It all started 26yrs. ago when I bought my first car. A 1967 Chrysler Newport convertable, The tuna boat as it became known. I drove this car all through high school and all over the east coast, man was she a blast to drive. At a staggering length of 22 feet bumpers excluded it comanded respect from anybody not willing to yield. I loved this car until one day the oil pump locked up and the mighty 383 was a smoking pile of hot metal. But fear not fellow pelicans, a doner was found and a mighty 440 interceptor was transplanted into the heart of the beast. About 15 yrs ago someone decided to take a knife to the top on my beloved Tuna boat. Being just married and having a rug rat money was tight to say the least so she got parked. The mighty rust worm made a home in the rr floor pan within 2years and major work was going to be required. We purchased the current house and the mighty Tuna boat was delivered and placed in the garage prepairing for the complete re build that never came.
I made an exhaustive search to find the person deserving to recieve my car and yesterday she went away. She didn't go without a fight, This thing strained the wench on the roll back so bad the clutch now has to be replaced. Fortunatly the guy who owns the rollback is a friend of mine and he just laughed.
Now after a weekend of work the SC has a safe heated home right below my feet and it looks great under the new lighting and fresh wall coverings. I realy miss my old car and the garage seems empty but when you remove that much car anything would look empty.
End of rambelings.