So my entire life there have been 2 cars in my family that I have dreamed of owning, I finally was able to bring them home. The 2 door 51 Ford was purchased by my great grandfather in 1953, it was his daily driver up until his death in 1977 (I was negative 4 years old). It sat in my great grandma’s garage where I would play in it and pretend to drive it until 1996. My uncle and I got it running and drove it to his house and there it stayed in his garage until Sunday when I put it on a trailer. He bought the 30 coupe in 1962. My uncle tore the car down in the early 80s to restore but life happened and it never got past rebuilding the 4 banger( still hasn’t been fired) . Until Monday neither car had seen rain since the 70s. It’s a humbling feeling to be allowed to be the caretaker of these things, my mom spent her entire childhood riding around in them. After a very creative loading process we left out from West Virginia Monday morning and hit my drive way in Phoenix on Tuesday night. 36.5 hours of driving over a 43.5 hour span, I’m still tired and still kind of in shock this trip actually happened.