I just spoke with Brian and he’s in Indianapolis! So only maybe 12 hours or so from home.
We used to go to Fort Wayne, Indiana every year for a car show, and I always looked forward to it. My dad built a 1932 Ford Pickup — chopped, lowered, and bright orange. The sound of that thing starting up was (and still is) my most favourite sound. We would drive down with our car club family and stay for the week. Once we continued on and our next stop was Indianapolis.
We managed to sneak into a Good Guys run and actually drive the truck ON the Indy 500 Motor Speedway. It was pretty exciting at the time.
The last time the truck was on the road was 1995, and it’s sadly wasting away in our garage, but I won’t let my dad sell it. It was a big part of my life, and he built it. I guess I’m now realizing that he might as well let someone else get some joy out of it, and the practicality of the matter is that he probably couldn’t drive it any more — no power steering, no power breaks. It’s too hard on him and too rough of a ride, but it will be hard to let go, once the time comes.
I’d like to at least go for one last ride.