I have owned way to many cars, boats and other stuff. I loved it all, and then for whatever reason sold it. The key word here is “It.” They are just things. And in many cases these things are dreams you had, and visions that once you achieve them, kinda just sit there. Why? because the dream, the chase was the fun part.
My 1964 Corvair I had in Collage. Still looking for it.
T bird Bucket seats
Torque Thrust rims
got that decal on ebay 20 years ago
This morning I found my old Country Squire on ebay, its also on Barnfinds, and online. Thats my car for sure. I sold it for around 9K I think over 20 years ago after doing a ton of work on her. Anyway, here she is. $42K Mother of god! Anyway, I thought, oh that would be fun to have back.
This is the day I sold it. Years ago. The Garage and house have been scraped and a McMansion is going in there. WTF!
And then I sat and used the 20 years of wisdom I have collected since selling her. And thought. Egh, NEXT!
We got Yip yap back last year, and it was a joy, but she just sits like she did before. But this little water sucker has soul for sure. And always regretted selling her.
What happens when the dog that chases cars catches the car? YA? There is some real inner searching that needs to happen when you are chasing dreams. Some “its” are just that. An it. A thing, they have zero soul, and just look cool, which can be fun for a second and then.
SPEEDY, my 356 Convertible. I never wanted to sell her, but had too. Along with a 1969 Bronco. And even if I found her today would not be able to afford her anymore. Sold for $15K, today would be way over $150K… But as much pain as it causes those two boys are priceless and my real soul, and maybe one day will be rich enough to buy it back, and then I can be board of it because it’s just an “it”. That smells like Ggas all the time. Ya, I need a boat ride.
The hardest part of all this over thinking, is knowing when your brain is tricking you. When you know you want it, but wont once you get it. BTW, thats a great headline. Hold on I am rewriting this as I go. Oh boy, I will just let you all fill in my deep thoughts in the comment section.
1979. 69 912 What a pile of SHIP.
Another pile of crap. 1974 Carrara – Almost died in this thing. Too much snap in the back. Sold this to move.
Another 912 pile of crap. Same fence as SPEEDY
I truly regret selling this one. Original paint 911E was amazing. Sold for 8K
Same Garage as the Country Squire. Bought it, drove it, sold it for more. Fun car, and I would be dead if I still bought these cars.