Every blown seal and gasket I had to search junk yards for. Same for the distributor cap and the windshield wiper motor. Countless calls to the auto parts chain stores; they all know me by name now. Slowly, slowly though, my engine seemed to grow itself into a new and shiny machine. When I turned the final bolt and started her up, my satisfaction was my reward as I heard her roar to life. Then, suddenly, I saw my next several months before me as I glanced over the aged and weathered body. Body work is an art unto itself. It takes the right touch to pop out dents and reset bumpers. We were living hand to mouth; paycheck by paycheck. Have you been there? It's no fun. When the kids were all finally in full day school, my wife decided to take a job to make some extra cash for shopping. She did much better than she expected, and it allowed me to enjoy more free time as it cut out my need to take overtime everyday. With my free time, I decided to work on an old car I had sitting in the garage. Car restoration is something i had grown up watching my dad do in his off time, and so I thought I would slip right into it naturally.
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