I've got a couple of cars that are nice and mostly complete. I don't believe they are ever done. I have a few projects, that I love and enjoy working on. But have come to the realization that any cars I aquire will need to be mostly complete. No more major project cars for me. There is not enough time for me to finish the projects I already have.
I am 20 deep and I am facing the fact that I won't be around to see them all in running and driving condition. I have to start culling the heard and making the hard choices!
I've done so much with my life and I thought there was more to do. I was a furniture maker, a flipper, car builder, a father, brother, a son, and a husband. I have been there for everyone and now after burying both my parents, I realized I went from the youngest, to next in line. It's not a bad thing, it's a real thing. I always say, I don't sell anything, I find the next person to give it to, to carry it on. I don't have twenty cars and no you shouldn't give them away, but you've done your job of saving them and now they need to go to the next in line. Getting rid of a lifetime of enjoyment was hard on me in one sense and a relief in another. I was the go to guy, the guy that got it done or would see to it, what a joke. I'm down to my last house, one car and a 65, crammed into a garage that's smaller than what I use to have for a living room. I realize the best part is, I got to pick what got done with it and watched it all get carried on to the next step with pride. We don't own, we use things till the time comes. I've cleaned up behind to many people and now, I'm good with it, I mean, my choices. I don't have a long list of people that will get or want what I have or had. I'm down to fighting weight and I can live with that.
I'm going to Theresa's cousins, we just buried one, on the 6th of July for a get together out on his farm. His wife died a few years ago and he's been wanting to downsize. Now he's down to 17 tractors, combines, hell, I don't know what half of that **** is, but it's laid out sitting in ten or so buildings and in a 2 acre corral. His families ready to sell and run with the money. They're not bad people, they just don't see things like he does. A few weeks ago we were out there driving in some golf cart between fields of tilled dirt, to wet to plant. He just stopped and looked at us and out of the clear blue he said, I'm f**ked aren't I. I said, in more than one way. I could see it in his eyes. He's 75 and I think he's ready. It's a process, if you don't go to it on your terms, it'll come to you on it's terms, pick your poison....... Ulli
