Faith and the Chevelle posing in our Pacific Rainforest driveway.



This is my lovely daughter Faith in my 1966 Chevelle Malibu. I've owned this car since 1978, I think. Long time anyway.

Lotta stories in this car, but here is the most recent one: I decided to sell it.

Yeah, I know, "You own a cool old piece of V-8 powered Detroit convertible iron for thirty years, then you decide to sell it?"

All the usual reasons apply ... it's not currently running; I don't really have time to mess with it; it needs a full restoration; my storage is inadequate (in this part of the country, that means it's just sitting there, getting rustier); cars like this are getting ridiculous prices on eBay; I could use the proceeds for a large down payment on a really fun car I could actually drive ... This thing has been sitting in my carport for ten years.

I'm thinking my wife would be really happy to get rid of it.

So I hooked it up with a rope to the tow hook on my wife's Subaru, and towed it out of the carport to wash (it literally had moss growing out of some of the rusty bits) it and get some photos; get it ready to sell it on eBay.

As I start washing it, my wife and daughter come out and say, "What are you doing with the Chevy?"

"I thought I'd get it cleaned up a bit and snap some pictures so I can list it on eBay."

"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SELL THAT CAR."

Wives are kinda funny things. Back into the carport with you, Chevelle.