I was just leaving the air show at the local airport, when I spotted what looked like a pretty nice Model-A Ford with a 'FOR SALE' sign in the windshield, sitting all alone on the tarmac. So, curious as I am, I wandered over to look the old car over. I walked around it, admiring the dark green paint with the black fenders. I looked inside the open window, then took a step back to take it all in. Something about it didn't look quite right. The owner, an elderly gentleman, slowly got out of his lawn chair and greeted me. We exchanged pleasantries. I asked him what year model the car was. He told me, "1929". I was still trying to figure out why it looked a little different than Model-A's I had seen over the years - similar, but still a little different. When I asked him about it, he said most people make the same mistake. He motioned for me to come look at the radiator shell. Of all things that might surprise me, this took me back. I had never before seen a 1929 Chevrolet coupe, and was now getting my initiation. He chuckled at my surprise and raised the hood on the left side, revealing the first-year six-cylinder engine ever put into a car by Chevrolet. They also sold the ever-faithful four-cylinder engines that year, but 1929 was the first year for their overhead six. It looked just like every overhead six I have seen in my many years, but this one was so original - with the old Carter up-draft carburetor, 6-volt generator, and even the original "Oooga" horn. Taking this all in, I guess I fell in love about this time, and had to ask what he wanted for the old car. After some hesitation on his part, he gave me a price, and then, with some hesitation on my part, I gave him a counter offer. He upped my offer by another five hundred dollars, and I agreed. Shaking hands with the old boy, I realized that I had just bought a car, a 1929 Chevrolet coupe. And thus began a love story - and a new chapter in my life.