Fixing up the Camaro has made me think about how my grandpa, whom we called Grumpy, restored a Dodge Challenger. He liked to fix things, and had a whole garage full of tools, car parts, and spare bits of everything cluttering up the place. He spent a lot of time on the Challenger, and always wanted to go really fast in it. He never got to, though. He died about 4 months ago, in the hospital, from an attempt at a liver transplant. I think it would have been nice, to have him help me with my car. I think we would have had a lot of fun together. Here are some pictures of him working on the Challenger...
I wish you were here, Grumpy. I love you.
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