Years ago, my Dad had one of these when they were new. He loved the car. It was my job to take it to the "do it yourself" car wash to get the salt and crud off during the winter. Back then, cars got traded every couple of years. He sold it to one of my brother's friends. It took him all of 6 months to trash the car and my Dad was sick about it. Fast forward about 30 years. I wanted to do something for him to show my appreciation for his treating me good while I was growing up. I found this car in a garage and paid all of $1000 for it. It was in such bad condition that it had to be towed home. I worked on it, part time, after work and weekends restoring it for about 3 1/2 years in my driveway. It was supposed to be a secret but he found out about about 2 years into the project. Normally I knew ahead of time when he'd come out to visit and I could hide the car across the street.. He showed up unexpectedly one day.and saw the car in pieces in the driveway and asked me about it.. All i did was hand him the keys. I told him it was going to be his and I told him why I was building it.Then I took the keys back and told him when it was finished I'd give the keys back to him. He started to cry a little. He told me it wasn't so much that i was going to give the car to him and the reasons why but it was because he saw how much work it had been and how much I still had to do. Funny how he looked at it. The car was totally stripped out and up on blocks. No engine, tranny or drive train. Interior all out too. When I finally finished it he wouldn't take it back East because he said the weather was too crappy and it would have to spend too much time in the garage but it would be here for him to drive when he visited. He lived in Buffalo, NY and I lived in California. Funny thing, he didn't want to drive it because he was afraid he'd wreck it somehow. I had to force him into it, if for no other reason than to get pictures of him in HIS car. Ne's been gone for awhile now but i still have it Thanks Dad.