In 2003 my wife convinced me to buy the identical car that we courted in back in the sixties. If I hadn't have done so would have meant two things:
1. My marriage would have been over, and
2. The little car would have sent off to the tip as land fill or sold to be crushed
I couldn't let either of these things happen, so on a rainy day we brought it from where it had been languishing for eighteen months to a mate's place for retoration. The slideshow tells the story - except how much money I ploughed into the project. Still, you can't take it with you, apparantly! I needed a little help from my friends and younger brother.
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