"Yeah, was my dads before he lost his legs." I bite my lip and think 'shit' let something slip I shouldn't have however I slide into the drivers side and flip it over and it roars to life. I took good care of it. It had been my father's car but that's a story for another time. I'd gotten it on my 18th birthday. I was a bit of a tuner, ran in my family to be honest. My mother and father both always liked cars. I guess it was just a matter of course that I'd take a like to fixing them up.