56 Roadmaster Patina

As Tom was exploring his grandparents’ old farm, he came across a shed that couldn’t have been opened for years. He had to dig the dirt away from the doors just to get in. Inside, half covered with a rotten tarp, he found his grandad’s old Buick, he must’ve been about 5 the last time he saw it.

It was just the project he’d been looking for. A part of him thought he should restore it to the way it was in his memories; gleaming in the sun, purring like a two-ton kitten.

No. It could purr again, but it wasn’t going to hide its age. It would wear it as a badge of honour.