Hello again, Oppo.
Decided I'd check in.
2022 isn't even halfway over and it's put our asses through the ringer.
I'm not even sure how to put it in typing other than that we lost our hero in March. Pappaw had been battling lung cancer (which we all suspected but he refused to confirm) and COPD and, as Norm Macdonald put it, came to a draw.
Remember that motor in his garage that I like to mention? That, ten minutes before, was our last conversation. The entire family said as we were talking about it, his voice was clearer and louder than it'd been in days. I like to think I gave him one last burst of energy.
I definitely miss him greatly. We all do.
I've been going through the garage and it's crazy how much stuff was in there. 40 years of ECUs, throttle bodies, coil packs, random wiring harnesses- the man never threw anything away. Fittingly, it's all going back to the same yard he more than likely got most of it from. (Bishop Auto Wrecking for my fellow Metro Detroit Oppos).
I've already been given clearance by the rest of the family that everything in the garage is up to me. Basically, the layout stays as is, the motor stays, the transmissions (a TH350 and 4 speed manual) are staying, a T5 with his invention (that I'm not going to divulge but it's sweet and another one is in his Mustang) is staying.
Which brings us to the fleet.
It's like this: My aunt gets his Lincoln and the Grand National. This is good because she loves both cars as much as I do.
The Camaro and Mustang are going to me. The Mustang, specifically, will not ever, under any circumstances, leave this family.
The Chevelle is up in the air.
So, yeah. Been a rough couple of months.
That's Pappaw, sometime in the 80s or 90s.