1968
I had watched my grandpa fix up his 1950 Dodge truck every chance I got for four wonderful years. The day he trailered that truck home from St. Louis was the same day that my interest in classic cars sparked. That day I knew I wanted to fix up a classic car of my own. My grandpa must have seen the spark in my eyes that day because he searched Craigslist endlessly for who knows how many months trying to find me a car.
It was a cold fall day in the middle of November. There was a slight breeze that would send shivers down your spine. My friend Victoria and I had stayed the night at my dad’s. I had gotten a text from my grandpa that morning asking if I would rather have a two door or four door car. One of the Plymouth Valiant’s he had found on Craigslist was located up in Iowa and the other was located in Liberty. I told him I would rather have the four door, since I was young and had planned on my friends riding with me all around town. At the time though, I had no idea what a Plymouth Valiant looked like, so I googled images. I immediately fell in love. That same day my grandpa had called the guy and set up an appointment to go look at the car. While I was running errands with Victoria I got a call from my grandpa. He told me he had a surprise for me. I told him I would swing by …show more content…
I’m still that same young girl who gets a thrill when I turn the key and hear her mean rumble. I really cherish the day I got Valley. She opened up a lot of new doors for me. Now that I’ve learned of my love for classic cars, I have big dreams of fixing up a lot of classic cars when I’m older. I can’t wait to have a backyard full of a ton of older cars waiting to be restored to beauty some day. Not only did I learn of my love for classics, but she’s the reason I’ve slowly learned how to work on cars. Another added bonus is that I get to spend a lot of quality time with my grandpa and we get to spend time bonding over our love for
I had watched my grandpa fix up his 1950 Dodge truck every chance I got for four wonderful years. The day he trailered that truck home from St. Louis was the same day that my interest in classic cars sparked. That day I knew I wanted to fix up a classic car of my own. My grandpa must have seen the spark in my eyes that day because he searched Craigslist endlessly for who knows how many months trying to find me a car.
It was a cold fall day in the middle of November. There was a slight breeze that would send shivers down your spine. My friend Victoria and I had stayed the night at my dad’s. I had gotten a text from my grandpa that morning asking if I would rather have a two door or four door car. One of the Plymouth Valiant’s he had found on Craigslist was located up in Iowa and the other was located in Liberty. I told him I would rather have the four door, since I was young and had planned on my friends riding with me all around town. At the time though, I had no idea what a Plymouth Valiant looked like, so I googled images. I immediately fell in love. That same day my grandpa had called the guy and set up an appointment to go look at the car. While I was running errands with Victoria I got a call from my grandpa. He told me he had a surprise for me. I told him I would swing by …show more content…
I’m still that same young girl who gets a thrill when I turn the key and hear her mean rumble. I really cherish the day I got Valley. She opened up a lot of new doors for me. Now that I’ve learned of my love for classic cars, I have big dreams of fixing up a lot of classic cars when I’m older. I can’t wait to have a backyard full of a ton of older cars waiting to be restored to beauty some day. Not only did I learn of my love for classics, but she’s the reason I’ve slowly learned how to work on cars. Another added bonus is that I get to spend a lot of quality time with my grandpa and we get to spend time bonding over our love for