The photo above was my grandfather and best friend , a ford man who loved his 39 and 40 coupes like no other , he loved his 50 ford and 51 merc and recalled them all fondly , his last was a 39 coupe he sold to another co worker in the 70s . He loved the song a flathead v8 made , and when I brought home my first car , a 1951 ford in 1996 I was a junior in H.S. I Stopped by his house on the way home pulled into yard and blew the horn and he about knocked the door down to get outside . Next thing I know he was tuning the carb ,adjusting points , timing , etc . And took me for a drive , sawing at the wheel on the back roads , making that flatty sing its song through the duel exhaust , and for a slit second I saw a young 18 year old behind that steering wheel , driving a car that he would have dreamed of when he graduated in 1951 . We ended up few years later pulling that motor and him hopping up a mercury flathead , and then dragging out all his 50s goodies , peep mirrors , steering wheel spinner , a hidden set of Fenton headers for flathead . Even his 57 Eldorado sombrerro hubcaps, that were on loan to use , but were to stay his lol. He taught me how to tune a car by feel ,smell, sound , and a vacuum gauge .. no two engines are alike he's say, a spec book is for starting off . He always was thrilled to hear what old car id bought or traded, some he liked better than others ...he hated my edsel ! Made a god awful face and said I'd lost my mind, but he always lended a hand and his knowledge and never fussed about it , not once. his love rubbed off on me , the love a grandfather has to share ...but be told me for years to buy a coupe, that's where the money was ..in a coupe ... Well , I found the 46 coupe I have now in Indianapolis at end of September , and made a plan to have it shipped. Then a few days later He passed away on October 2nd of this year , the car finally made it here the week before thanksgiving, subconsciously trying to save money having it shipped when convenient to the transport was my excuse , and in a strange way not even wanting to see it, or dreading getting it home I didn't really care at that point . It was dropped in my driveway ahead of schedule before I could get home that day from work . I came home and the first thing I wanted to do was call my grandfather and tell him I finally had my coupe . That's when reality set in . Never been too emotional, but that afternoon I sat in my crusty ford and cried . There isn't anyone else In my family that understands the love for these cars or why we do what we do , and I found this site last week . Now I don't feel so alone . So here I am . I was lucky to have him for 40 years of my life. I imagine he's up there looking down , shaking his head with his favorite saying, when I'd drive in or drag home on a trailer a new project ,, damn boy how many people died in that wreck ? . And that makes me grin again .