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Originally Posted by vash
sorry about your brother. sucks.
my bro and i are drifting apart a bit..we need bro time.
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Definitely get that bro-time.
I wish I could say he loved that car. He definitely loved his wife deeply, and had a few enjoyable drives in the Shelby. But he smoked - a lot - which is what killed him. But he wouldn't smoke in the Shelby, so consequently he didn't rack up very many miles in it.
He was a great guy, and while the sharp pain from losing him has pretty much receded, I will always feel like a part of me is missing due to his passing.
He was the typical So Cal boy next door. Born in 51, paper route, girls started chasing him in Jr High, first car was a 57 Chevy purchased in 1968 with a 'vette motor. At one time he had a 65 Mustang (but just the anemic 6 cyl) He was constantly replacing the clutch in it cuz it had big tires and a three speed that he did his best to grenade. (I was under that car with him in 1969 when my our mother called us in to watch the live feed of Armstrong stepping on to the moon.)
He lived a decent and honorable life, raising 4 children along the way. Helped the family in a big way to take care of our aged parents. No one is perfect, and he was no exception, but a better brother/son/father you'd be hard pressed to find.
The Chevy:
The Shelby:
She made him walk all over the neighborhood to find clues to his "present"
BTW - sorry for the diversion. It just seemed like the thread was heading this way...