AT WHAT POINT DOES A PERSON GIVE UP OWNERSHIP OF A DREAM?
There it was, a 1966 Oldsmobile Toronado. What I saw was a beautiful, stylish, collectible car. The year was 1976. The car was 10 years old. The father of the young man who owned the car saw something different. He called it a “bucket of bolts,” a “rust bucket.” Ten years of Chicago’s salted roads had turned this thing into a salt shaker. Hit the side of the car with a closed hand and you could see a rusty outline on the garage floor. His words to his son were clear and simple, either that piece of junk is gone by the time I get home or you are. I will be home for supper promptly at 5:00 p.m.
The young man did not know what to do. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw me. Every time I saw that car I could not get enough of it. Just let me know what you want for it. I want to buy it. He ran out his door yelling, “Hey Carl, I decided to get rid of the Toronado. It’s yours if you want it!” “Absolutely,” came my reply. “How much?” “Just get it out of the garage and it’s yours.” “You have to take something for it,” I said. “Look,” he said, “My dad said he would really like to use the garage. Winter is just around the corner. You would be doing both of us a favor, but it has to be gone by 4:30 today.” “No problem,” I said. I called for a tow truck and had it delivered to my garage.
It came on a dolly as the tires were flat, the motor came in multiple boxes, the hood was sitting loose on top of the motor chamber, the running boards had fallen off and were laying across the back seat, the antenna was a bit bent, the car had become a fashionable two tone maroon and rust. It was beautiful. It was mine, and in no time I knew I would be driving down the road in this beautiful, stylish, collectible car. My wife would be with me and together we would be enjoying this classic moment! WHAT A DREAM!