When I was a kid, my dad and I spent every weekend working on an old 1966 Mustang.
My Dad loved the car. On Wednesday afternoons, my Dad paid me two dollars to wash and wax the car. I studied every part of the car. I loved the clean silver lines and cherry red seats. When I turned sixteen, my dad gave me the car. I was surprised and amazed. I couldn’t believe my luck. Turns out that my Dad bought a new Corvette that year. I drove that car everywhere. My friends and I took it to the river, when we went camping. We drive it to the coast to see the sunset. When the engine died, I put the car in the garage. It stayed there for five years, until I decided to look for a space in Northland. My wife insisted that I buy a new engine and restore the old Ford. She had an old Dodge that needed restorations as well. Our loft apartment was too small to keep the cars, and we had no city parking. We needed a small industrial space for the project. I decided to rent an industrial space in Northland with plenty of room for five cars, tools, tarps, and storage. I spent every weekend driving back and forth to the industrial space in Northland. Luckily, my wife enjoyed the restoration process as well. The owner of the warehouse agreed to a five year term, and then we have an option to purchase the property. Right now, I’m just looking forward to driving the old Mustang again.