You know John sometimes things happen for a reason. I spent Friday and couple hours tonight putting the engine back in the Orange 57' and getting the other car ready to go to its new home. As I worked on getting the engine in I was thinking about the situation and the words many of you have sent me. There are a LOT of great memories in that garage. Every part, every poster on the wall, every tool told a little story. I stopped working on the orange car and focused on the other.
I pushed the car out of the garage tonight and aired up the tires with the air chuck my father bought at Carlisle last year. He bought ten of them because he could never find one.. It was easy to find now. There were still 5 of them in the tool box. (The old magnesium wheels my father and I found at Maple Grove have a slow leak in the cold.) While cleaning out the car I found a bag of bolts with a to do list my father wrote. While looking through all the parts I found a picture of us at Carlisle a few years ago a friend had sent us. I slowly began to realize that everything had a memory of him in it and like many have said. Time heals all wounds.
I fired the car up and drove it up the road tonight

I found myself with a silly grin on my face. I remembered my father always telling the story of how after I got my first 57' fuelie I did'nt stop smiling for a month. ( I would of never gotten the car without his efforts ) As I pulled back into the driveway I remembered the last time I had taken the car for a ride.... My father was pretty weak at the time sleeping on the couch when I left... when I came back down the street there he was with the camera smiling and taking a picture of me pulling in with a big sh__ eating grin on my face.
My father had a good life with no regrets. He was an honest man that would give anyone the shirt of his back. He had many friends and a family he loved and that loved him back. When he got the news the end was near he told me he had come to terms with everything but the one thing that really ****ed him of was not getting to see the car done. I told my mother that story over dinner and she said that was the first thing he said to the doctor too.
This hobby isn't so much about the cars as it is the journeys the cars take us on and the people we meet. I will be keeping the car. I think I will just leave something off so it won't ever be finished in my lifetime either. Maybe it was my father that FUBAR'd ebay.
I would like to thank everyone for their emails, pm's and posts. One of the bidders that I exchanged numerous emails with actual helped me with this decision with stories of his own family. Now that is a true Corvette guy !
Thank you Dean