Every time I opened the door to the garage I just feel sad for the car. Rusty looks like a burnt frown. The melted grill says the whole story. I remember the first time I seen Rusty when I picked it up in Minnesota years back, just falling in love with the front and back of the car. I had to get going on it all ready.
When I bought Marley, the 68, it made me so happy that a complete 69 grill came with it. I can't wait to see that grill on Rusty again.
No comments:
Post a Comment