It's not a midlife crisis. The fact that I'm nearly 40 isn't relevant. Nor is the reality that I lost my father last week and have been feeling all the feels regarding that. It's not a midlife crisis. It just isn't.
The last two years have been an epic roller coaster ride. I've gone from having a cool project car and a shop to no shop and no interesting cars of any sort. Nonetheless, I've been scouring the interwebs for the perfect score. One that I can convince my wife is a good idea.
Thus far, I've swung and missed on a '68 Camaro chassis. Needed a full restoration, but was relatively solid for what it is. I really really wanted this one, as I was picturing small flares in the wheel houses, modern drivetrain and suspension and all of the cool noises.
I also made an effort to convince the wife that an '81 911T was a good investment. She just rolled her eyes and laughed, which was not a good sign. This one had no drive train , which was a no go for her. She is wise to the world of cars and knew what I was getting into with a turbo P-car.
My salesmanship floundered once again on a '49 Chevy pickup. My dad always wanted one, but that's apparently not a good enough reason to buy one. (To be fair, she's definitely right). BUT! This one ran and drove, just needed literally everything else.
Then there was the '57 Chevy 210. Her dream car is a Bel Aire, so I thought I had a chance here. But alas, there is no classic Chevy in our garage.
Weeks of me attempting to rationalize purchasing a project have yielded nothing. Until today.
I don't have legal possession of it yet. But this is GRM, so close enough. Through creative accounting and good fortune, I secured a 2008 Fit from a customer today for the lump sum of $497.
It doesn't run, but that's neither here nor there. I have a project car again! Not remotely close to what I sought out to purchase, but the price was too good to refuse.