Here's something I wondered about many times while I was working on this car and driving it during the three weeks I spent with it this spring:

"Where do I end and where do you begin?"

After more than 10 years of ownership, 3 engine rebuilds, and countless hours spent under it and in it and next to it I feel like the line between me and this car has been very much blurred. I know this car as well as I know myself. There is an incredible amount of history and memories we share. It has seen me both at my weakest and my strongest. It has seen all my faces. We have grown together, in every sense of the word. Interestingly enough, we're almost the same age too.

Of course, there were times when I considered selling it because this car is very demanding in terms of time and finance. But now, after being apart from it for 8 months and then working on it again and driving it again after that, I realized that I never really considered selling it. It was just me being angry. It's like when lovers fight and they threaten with a breakup or divorce or going to their parents but they make up in the end. But now I feel we're beyond this as well. I don't even contemplate selling it anymore because the value is now beyond money. Money can buy many things but it can't buy memories, it can't buy youth, it can't buy naivety. And this car is now a direct connection, a true portal to many different versions of myself. To so many memories and so many feelings that I can only truly feel when I'm next to it or in it. It is now truly a part of me and letting go of that part of me in exchange for a sum of money simply doesn't make sense anymore.

I don't know what the future holds for us, but whatever it is we'll go through it together and enjoy the sights and sounds along the way.

P.S. The sound in the last few minutes of the video is a bit weird because "Breakthrough" from Queen was playing in the car and I had to use the YouTube studio to remove this sound while leaving some of the sound effects.