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Some of y'all might remember my old car, my '54 Chevy Bel Air named Charlene. Well, since Ike I haven't touched her, and it's been a black mark on my soul. Week after week, month after month, I worked on the camp, and she sat there.
A couple weeks ago I was sittin' by the pool at a hotel in Biloxi and I got a call from a neighbor that a young kid had knocked on his door inquiring about her. He had given him my number. I shut my phone down for some serious Uncle Sandy time with my 7 year old niece and nephew. Well, this fool kid (Just like me when I was 16 and wanted the car, pestering the owner) called me 8 times and left 8 messages before I turned my phone on the next day. LOL. This kid had fallen in love. He promised to put her right and KEEP HER ORIGINAL! No hot rod, chop top, low rider crap. No flames, no hydraulics. So I told him I'd sell her to him for exactly what I bought her for at the age of 16. When I gave him the figure, he said, "That's all?" I was about to up the price, but he was so genuine in his desire for her, that I stuck to the number. All I've ever wanted was to have her just as she was when I finished working on her when I was 17. Oh the memories I had in that car from high school . . . . . . . and college . . . . . . I just hate to let her go. But it's time for someone else to have those memories. The kid even offered for me to have her for a day when he gets finished restoring her.
So in just a few days, Charlene will go to another. She was with her original owner from 1954-1989. She was mine from 1989-2012, and she was my daily driver until 2000. That's 58 years old, and she's still a babe, just ready for a facelift.
I got a call from my neighbor yesterday. The kid had already gone over and put a brand new car cover over her. LOL. I can't wait to meet this kid. I know I'm gonna cry when she goes down the street. No teenager could have ever wished for such a fantastic, loyal, dependable, chick magnet car. I'll miss you until the day I die Charlene.
A couple weeks ago I was sittin' by the pool at a hotel in Biloxi and I got a call from a neighbor that a young kid had knocked on his door inquiring about her. He had given him my number. I shut my phone down for some serious Uncle Sandy time with my 7 year old niece and nephew. Well, this fool kid (Just like me when I was 16 and wanted the car, pestering the owner) called me 8 times and left 8 messages before I turned my phone on the next day. LOL. This kid had fallen in love. He promised to put her right and KEEP HER ORIGINAL! No hot rod, chop top, low rider crap. No flames, no hydraulics. So I told him I'd sell her to him for exactly what I bought her for at the age of 16. When I gave him the figure, he said, "That's all?" I was about to up the price, but he was so genuine in his desire for her, that I stuck to the number. All I've ever wanted was to have her just as she was when I finished working on her when I was 17. Oh the memories I had in that car from high school . . . . . . . and college . . . . . . I just hate to let her go. But it's time for someone else to have those memories. The kid even offered for me to have her for a day when he gets finished restoring her.
So in just a few days, Charlene will go to another. She was with her original owner from 1954-1989. She was mine from 1989-2012, and she was my daily driver until 2000. That's 58 years old, and she's still a babe, just ready for a facelift.
I got a call from my neighbor yesterday. The kid had already gone over and put a brand new car cover over her. LOL. I can't wait to meet this kid. I know I'm gonna cry when she goes down the street. No teenager could have ever wished for such a fantastic, loyal, dependable, chick magnet car. I'll miss you until the day I die Charlene.
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