My husband bought the rusted out body of a 1964 Ford Fairlane 500. It took him 7 years to get it into the shape you see in the photo. He painstakingly searched high and low for the parts and paint and seats and a lot of blood sweat and tears.
Then he met me. I guess you can say, I am the Second Love of his life. His Fairlane gets to stay in the garage while our regular cars have never seen the inside of one. His Failane has never had a drop of rain on it since he has had it.
I on the other hand, have been soaked to the skin. My car sits in rain, snow, storms, you name it. And to top it all off, the first time he ever let me drive the thing was after I agreed to marry him. Now what does that tell ya...LOL