Ever since I was a small boy, running around in cut-off jeans and little else, I loved cars.
If I were to have the means, I would probably own at least one of every make and model of automobile ever produce. Well - maybe not every model, but close.
One model in particular always had a special place in my soul - the 1955 Chevrolet Bel Air. As a youngster, one of my older friends had one and that little Chevy created a desire in me that has lasted for decades.
When I bought my own '55, I tried to duplicate Big George's chevy. I eventually sold her and the fire in the belly to own another was kindled.
Through Cruise Nites and Carlisle I looked, never finding what I ws looking for - until running across an ad for a 2-door post in Texas. Unfortunately the owner never returned my calls and the car disappeared off the listing.
The one morning I awoke and knew something was different - missing. When a friend dropped by the office at work to show me an ad for yet another BelAir, I knew what it was... the fire, the desire for my own '55 BelAir was missing. After all those years, it wasn't there.
And it has't came back
Yesterday, a neighbor asked me if I'd be interested in going to Carlisle or Hershey with him. After a few seconds, a tiny warmth began deep in my chest.
I told him 'Absolutely".
