Mom loved her T-Bird. The car has not been rained on in 48 years. I would listen to her go talk to Dad and tell him, I am going to go to the store, looks like it may rain so........give me your keys. I begged her for the car when I was younger and her reply was, when you get older and get a garage I will give you the car. I asked later, what about a car cover, no. First place had a car port, no. I was in my first 3 bedroom 2 bath 2 car garage home, one Sunday morning and the door bell rang. I opened the door. Good morning Mom, she stood there and held out her had that was balled into a fist. She asked, hold out your hand, I placed my hand under hers and she opened her hand and dropped two keys into mine. My eyes went wide open and I looked in the driveway and there was a 1966 Ford Thunderbird waiting to go into the garage. Wow.