The ‘76 Chevelle
Sammy loves working on cars. From the day she stepped into the dusty garage with her dad that sunny, spring day, she fell in love with the organized chaos of the family garage. It was her grandpa’s garage, or as he called it “The Haven for Hellions”. Everyone in the family knew that was the place to go for stress-relief, calming entertainment, or, at times, the place where all anger and tension bubbled to the surface. You never knew what to expect when you walked through the old, rusty door. It was a beautiful, fall day when everything went downhill. Her grandfather had been welding previously that day. “Breakfast is ready!” Yelled her grandma, Marie. “Come and get it before it gets cold!” Her grandpa, John, nor Sammy thought
Sammy loves working on cars. From the day she stepped into the dusty garage with her dad that sunny, spring day, she fell in love with the organized chaos of the family garage. It was her grandpa’s garage, or as he called it “The Haven for Hellions”. Everyone in the family knew that was the place to go for stress-relief, calming entertainment, or, at times, the place where all anger and tension bubbled to the surface. You never knew what to expect when you walked through the old, rusty door. It was a beautiful, fall day when everything went downhill. Her grandfather had been welding previously that day. “Breakfast is ready!” Yelled her grandma, Marie. “Come and get it before it gets cold!” Her grandpa, John, nor Sammy thought