If you follow me on Instagram (@ashelizast), you know that my dad and I went took a drive the other day.
My dad is incredibly talented when it comes to fixing things: a true handy man in every sense of the word. Growing up, anything and everything was fixed by my dad--appliances, wonky dolls, broken pottery, popped buttons, dropped hems, reupholstered cushions, cracked wood... you get the idea.
Though he has the ability to fix 98% of the problems and issues that come up, it's not household repairs that he loves most... One of his major hobbies in life is restoring old cars.
He has restored countless cars and motorcycles over time. We currently have a 1949 Willys-Overland Jeepster in our garage, a Suzuki 400 single that was just sold, and a 1926 Ford Model T and Honda motorcycle waiting for him.
He refurbished my first ever car, a 1984 Mercedes 190D in creamy yellow with red interior.
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| 1984 Mercedes 190D |
(Throwback to my 16th birthday, loving the sweet freedom of my new ride!)
He is also driving one of his most recent completed projects: a 1982 Jeep Cherokee Laredo 2-door.
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| 1982 Jeep Cherokee Laredo |
Purchased for $300, this sucker had a lot of things wrong with it--rusted out roof, terrible paint work, (insert unintelligible mechanical jargon)... uh engine issues of some kind, and assorted other problems. My dad worked on sanding it down, replacing the roof, replacing interior parts with originals, and getting 'er all shined up.
Now, she's good to go.
Of course, I'd seen the beast in our driveway, and I'd seen my dad enter the beast, but I'd never taken a ride in it.
We changed that. With Daddy at the helm,
Me riding shotgun,
And somewhere to go, we hopped in and gave her a spin. Growling, rambunctious, and raring to go, Jeepie is pretty much the boss of the road.
Move over, Civic. We have places to be. You don't want to mess with a tank, and let's be honest, that's essentially how I would describe this sucker.
Despite the fact that she gets like 13 MPG on a good day, my Dad likes the power and durability of the truck, and takes some major pride in the work that went into getting her fixed up.
Can't say that I blame him.
Vroom, vroom!