Thanks for the kind words, guys. I ran across a picture of the 38 Buick my Dad wrecked back in 42 or so. I'll find it again and post it. It's a miracle anyone survived. Him and my uncle were into swapping motors, bodies, frames, and trying to get the fastest car. I guess he was one of the pioneers of what we call rat rodding. Up into his 70s, he never turned down the chance to ride in a fast car. Then after Mother died, in 2000, he figured he was too old to get one. I'll miss the old fart. I'm going to try to get the Ghia out tomorrow for a spin. Rain is forecast for the entire week ahead. That's all.