"opps" baby

in the first 30 years that my parents were married they owned approximately 25 cars. they've been together for 40+ now. needless to say, my Dad is a freak about nice wheels. they've owned two maybe three late 60's/early 70's VW bugs, two Corvette Stingrays, a '57 Chevy pickup with a cracked to hell dash that my dad would take me to the store in from age 5 and under (so many memories of him taking that thing apart and painting, like, the axles), and an olive green Charger that makes me weep with wanting. most of their cars for the last 10 years have been highly functional investments, not like the VW bugs which they mostly had so they could take off the hoods, flip them over and sled down massive hills in the debilitating (for some!!) snow that used to plague the Midwest. dad is old. dad has worked/slaved his ass off for 27 years in the coal industry (LETS SEE YOU TRY TO REPLACE HUNDREDS OF POUNDS AND YARDS OF BELT THAT HAULS COAL FROM BOAT TO LAND IN NEGATIVE 30 DEGREE WEATHER) and ended up doing construction and labor jobs for the last 15. he retired on January 1st of this year, commemorated with some scribble on a piece of cardboard that my mom tells me she photo documented. he cried from sun up to sun down on that day...i heard it. leading up to that day, dad brought home a new baby. a Corvette Stingray that he's meticulously getting up to it's original condition. Ebay is now my pop's best friend.

someday i'll post up photos of their cars. and dogs. always a car and a dog and my mom in awesome boots with great hair. someday i'll post the pictures they took of Hendrix too, before i came along and ruined all the good times.