I keep dreaming family members GIVING me cars. Like 1960s early 70s cars. All clearly used, nothing cherry, but rust free, mechanically sound, clean American cars. Like, I will have 2 or 3 of them plus my modern car.
Like, here is a repainted 1965 Fury to go with the 68 Chevelle. Both got about 60,000 miles on em.
I barely have room for the one.
And I keep misplacing the free old cars. Like, forgetting where I have them. Maybe they were stolen? I din't even remember where the car keys are.
That's also kind of depressing.
I gotta get em registered and insured, but keep forgetting how. And this hose clamp needs to be more than finger tight before I try to go anywhere, but I can't keep that straight in my head. And I got no need for em, they are just kinda nice to have and to enjoy is my thought, even with the extra work. I wanna put em all somewhere safe, so I guess I better move to a place with a barn. But I can't...
You see how it is sort of a nightmare? Not getting neat old cars, but the stress of caring for am and losing some.
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