When my husband and I met it was one of those crazy love at first sight kind of moments that happen more frequently in cheap gas station romance novels than in real life. Still, they do happen at times, and when they do the certainty and conviction springing from that moment are compelling enough for two people to be willing to turn their lives as they know it upside down, ignore all reason and well meant warnings, risk being thought of as complete lunatics, and ultimately it is enough for a man to drop everything and take a flight across the ocean to another continent to marry a woman he's only just met. And that, my friend, is pretty much what happened. Now as the said man travelled across the world for love, he left another, much older love behind. His car.
My husband's old flame, his 55 Fairlane, faithfully sat for seven years behind my in-laws' house, in the elements waiting for his return. Every once in a while there would be a knock on the door and a cash offer by some hopeful passer by, but to no avail.
Now the time for waiting has ended for the trusty Ford. My husband has returned home with plans to restore his beloved car to it's former glory! His ambitious goal is to get it running in time for the Zephyr Hills car show. A deadline not very far off in the near future. This is the official kickstart for project resurrecting Fairlane!
I found a teeny tiny squatter.
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