So, I haven’t been very active on the forum as of late. To tell you honestly, I haven’t had the heart to come here. When I first came here so long ago, I had this new excitement and curiosity. I had no idea where this adventure was going to bring me. And humorously, it has taken me in so many different unexpected directions that I never even imagined it would. This Pelican adventure started with my dad’s 72Targa but has ended up in a totally different spot… parts happy and parts not so much. So I am ready to give you guys an update.
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Well, Operation Green Grinch is officially dead. It’s been almost a year but my mother has gotten rid of the car. I don’t even know where or how. I am not even sure if I want to know. The few Pelicans I have even told immediately bombarded me with questions of “What? Where is it? Is there a way you can get it back?” Believe me. I have thought about all of that and each time I think about the whole situation, it makes me sad, disappointed, mad.
Sidney and I went to my mom’s house one day and it was gone. The spot it was sitting in for over 15 years without moving was empty. It was so strange seeing it gone. Immediately, I felt the pit of my stomach just drop. I couldn’t even say anything. I just looked at Sidney and I could see in his eyes he was freaking out just as much as me.
I walked into her house and calmly asked her, “Where is the Porsche?” She told me that she had it towed to the guy that used help fix my Dad’s Porsche years and years ago. Told me that he was going to look at it and give her an “estimate”. I immediately started to barrage her with questions. Where is his shop? Why didn’t she call me and Sidney? What if he wasn’t able to fix whatever is wrong with it? Can she even afford the bill for any repairs? She darted my questions… “He can fix it. He always did. And I can pay.” And she would end and change topic. I stood there dumbfounded. I didn’t even know what to feel. At the time, I was angry but I what could I do? Sidney and I talked about it after we left and decided we would wait and see what this “guy” would say. Needless to say, after months and months of the car not reappearing and my mother never bringing up the topic, I knew in my heart that it was gone. She had sold it.
I can’t even remember the timeline but within the same time period (the end of last year), my father got diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. The oncologist, at the time, gave him 6 months without treatment and 18 to 24 months with treatment. Luckily, his cancer has been responding well to treatment and they have now given him a prognosis of 2 years. But after my initial sadness and shock went away, I started to think about the car again. As you all recall, my father loved that car. I have wonderful memories of that car. And although my mother did not know my father was going to be diagnosed with cancer but I can’t help feeling so sad and angry at my mother. To her, it’s just a car. To bring her some money. Perhaps a nuisance that has been bothering her, sitting in the driveway so long. Perhaps it was a way to hold revenge against my father. I don’t know. But she knew I wanted it. And regardless of the reasons why I wanted it (although I told her all the time my intentions were to keep it and slowly restore it so I could pass it on to my boys), I felt like my mother should have seen that I wanted it so badly and would want to save it for me. And with my father being sick, it makes me sad for the missed opportunity to do something really cool and beyond awesome in the last months of my father’s life. My father is very different than my mother. If anything, the total opposite end of the spectrum of where my mother is… which explains the demise of their marriage. He is very emotional and sentimental. This would have made him so happy. So it pains me very much to think about the car.
Most of the Pelicans I have told and even Sidney ask me why I don’t bring it up to my mother and ask her what happened to the car. I couldn’t even talk about it for a while without feeling the anger inside of me boil up. But in the end, it’s obvious my mother didn’t and doesn’t care about my attachment to the car. She lied about where the car went, what would stop her from continuing to lie to me about what really did happen? Even if I knew what happened to it, what could I do? I am not financially able to buy the car back… especially now with the crazy inflation of prices now. It would kill me more to know it’s there but it isn’t mine and I couldn’t make it mine. I haven’t even brought up the topic with my mother. I know if I brought it up, I would end up yelling at her which wouldn’t help the situation at all. So, I put the car in the depths of my memories and try not to stir it up too much because it makes me sad. So I apologize for the absence on Pelican but it makes me sad.
Even though that part of the story ended up sad, the car brought me here. And here, I have found so many new friends and wonderful people who helped me when I didn’t even ask for it. I unexpectedly found the love of my life. I learned so much… not only about the Porsche but so many other topics. Something good came out of all of this.
So, that’s the end of the story. I wish there was more but there isn’t. At least with the car. Don’t worry. I still stand by my words when I first came to Pelican. You don’t scare me. I am here to stay. Thanks for all the support and understanding through all of this.