Like most of us old guys I was fascinated with cars from an early age. I got mine first one at 13. I'm almost retired now, but my wife and I put on horse events and yesterday a family comes into our place where we're running horse event and this young kid jumps out of the truck and runs over to look at an OT 87 944 Porsche that's been sitting in the weeds for at least 10 years. Its a long story as to why its just been sitting but I'm an old hoarder and since I bought it new I just couldn't let it go. So I watch this kid go around and around the car, opening the doors, checking out everything he could. So I get up and walk over there and ask him if he knows what it is. He says "you bet, its a Porsche". So I showed him the engine and told him a little about it. This morning his family was out on the trail with the horses and he had a pan of water and was going over the car giving it its first bath in over ten year. It brought back a lot of memories of how some of the old guys back in the fifties helped me out, so I go out this afternoon and ask him how old he is. Turns out he's 13. I was suddenly inspired to just give it to him. Makes me feel good knowing there is a kid out there with an interest in fixing up an old car instead of sitting inside playing with video games. The light in his eyes and the grin on his face is worth more that the few bucks I would have ever gotten out of it. Maybe passing on our never to be finished projects will keep a kid out of trouble and our hobby alive.