It all started in June of 1989. We had been married for one year when I came home to find a fire engine in the driveway and my husband in the middle of a heart attack, surrounded by at least four paramedics. Double-bypass surgery came next. When he was finally released from the hospital, the doctor’s orders were pretty simple: “Relax. Just take it easy. Don’t get stressed out.” Sure. No problem.
Fast forward to October 17, 1989. Husband sitting in his recliner chair, very relaxed. Around 5pm. Game Three of the World Series was about to begin. Giants vs. the Oakland A’s, playing at Candlestick Park. Shake, Rattle, and Roll! The San Francisco (Loma Prieta) earthquake had its say! One wife at work in a high-rise in San Francisco and four out of five daughters situated all over the Bay Area (One in Maryland). Phones out of order. No stress. Very calm…
I remember sitting with my husband some weeks later and suggesting to him, “Why don’t you buy an old car and fix it up?” Yep. That’s what I said.
Several months later, my beautiful rose garden was overtaken by a beat up old Ford pick-up truck, and an ancient Cadillac. Those beauties were soon replaced by one fine 1954 Chevrolet Bel Air Convertible.
Robin’s Egg Blue. Completely stock (all original).
This car has brought many fun memories with it, and over 100 trophies and plaques, now adorning the garage walls.
Live, Laugh, Love!
If the cliche fits, wear it!