And Away We Go...

This journey actually started in April of 2004, when I came across a "collectors" car. Brown in hue from all its cancerous rust, barely breathing from 40 year old motor and its soft top that resembled an overwashed pair of blue jeans, I could only think that this car was good for one of two things... the recycling center or a car fanatic. Fixing a car in this kind of condition would be shear insanity. This is my story of the onslaught of mental illness, and a rusty sixty-four Comet.