It’s amazing how much emotion we invest in our cars. I had a not very expensive but fairly unique car in my late teens. Eventually, I joined the adult world, moved away, and it sat in storage for years before being given away.

Now I’m much older, in a vastly different place in life, and generally successful and happy. I’d still sell my left testicle to get that car back, though. Not so much because of the car itself, but because of the memories. It feels like a lost photo album or that one song that just sounded perfect but you can’t remember the artist or the lyrics.

Bought it and kept it secret from his dad for two years to surprise him with it when it was brought back to life. Baller move right there, love it.

His dad knew it was time to let the babe magnet go. He’d become a father and started a family - the babe magnet was no longer appropriate. It’s even less so when he is 60-70 and can’t even put it to use if he tried.

"We got 4:11 Positrac outback, 750 double pumper, Edelbrock intake, bored over 30, 11 to 1 pop-up pistons, turbo-jet 390 horsepower.

We’re talkin’ some fuckin’ muscle."

That’s cute. I wonder if his mom got a boob job as a compensation too.