DolHaouz

My love for the classics never stopped. Since I was a little girl my passion for grease and gears was dampened by the fact I was a girl. Yet my father still insisted on taking me down to the garage. My love was a 1964 Lincoln Continental, after that we had a 1964 Impala that was tagged as a gypsy cab. On my sixteenth birthday I was given a Jalopy, basket case of a 1956 MG. I got as far as running it, but the body and interior needed extreme restoration. Drove it though. My father and I never got to restoring it and it later got stolen from a garage that claims it was never there. Life goes on and I had my Lincoln, Impala, 69 Fast back and 67 Chevelle and lost them all to . . . the ex men in my life. It is not that often you hear of a guy telling you to "get rid of it" . . "your spending too much money on it" etc.etc. bla, bla, bla... So here I am, ?? years later and I am now the owner of a beautiful 1954 Mercu, chopped, nosed and decked, work in progress, but I will be buried in this one. It is taking me forever to complete as I can't help it . . I must! MUST! ride.