When my son was about 20, he picked up an old Porsche to rebuild. He worked on it for years, including finally finishing major parts of the body work while it was parked in his grandmother’s driveway. She forgot it was there, drove into her driveway late one night and totalled the car. He is 43 now and has hauled it around with him to every place he has lived…Nebraska, Arizona, and several places in Washington state.
At one point, in support of his project, I told him that though I didn’t much want to work on the car with him, I had a supportive parallel project going that was just about as time consuming, so I challenged him….a race to the finish line.
I won and I gave him MY project a few years ago.
That car now lives HERE at my home, along with my son and his two sons. He plans on the three of them finishing it together. I really hope so as now it has become a symbolic “principle” of the whole thing.
But I am thinking maybe I start a new parallel project and re-challenge him. What do you think?
Made with beads and my son’s great-grandmother’s mostly glass buttons.
Very cool
Thanks Keith. You seem like someone who might have a project with a son also??
You never know. 🙂
Very nice! :o)
Heartbreaker…this one is! No…my suggestion is to challenge him to get another part-time job, buy a new Porsche, and sell the totalled one for parts. Sometimes it’s hard to let go of things we love. When I was 20, I drove an Alfa Romeo…because all the other guys drove Porsches.
Cheesh! There you go again, forcing me to have flashbacks. When I was 20, I dated a guy who drove an Alfa Romero. He went to San Diego State and I thought he was so cool! I did get some flack from my closest friends, who were the “paint fluorescent flowers on your VW Van” crowd.
I’ll tell my son your idea about another JOB. Listen carefully and you’ll probably hear the belly laugh all the way in Malta!