Over a year ago, I decided to watch some college football at Buffalo Wild Wings in Pearland, just south of Houston. After about an hour, I met a couple who drove back home from nearby Stillwater, Oklahoma. Shortly after, we began talking. The conversation ranged from our travel experiences to classic automobiles. I told them that I haled from New York and moved to Texas a few years earlier. As we spoke about Hank Williams' "Lost Highway" and my dream car, the 57' Chevy Bel-Air, I can tell the gentleman was seeing himself in me, at least in terms of music tastes. He then asked me something I will never forget. "Would you like to sit in my 56' Chevy Bel-Air?" Granted it wasnt a 57' but who cares. As we walked out, my heart raced and eyes widened as I saw his periwinkle (I think, do not quote me I am color blind) blue beautiful Chevy. This was the moment I have dreamt of all my life. Albeit, I was not driving down 66 past Tucumcari. Nevertheless, I thought "I can do more than just drool and stare." As I opened up the door, I signed, even stopped breathing for a moment. After I sat down, I caught my composure. I felt very comfortable and being behind the wheel felt natural. Ten seconds later, I got up said "thank you sir" and walked away. My dream came true.
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