
Driving toward my parents' house the other day, I saw a familiar site - my dad, driving my grandpa's (his dad's) Mercedes. To me, it's "Grandpa's funny car," as my sister Cherie and I used to call it. Wow did that bring back memories. I stopped my dad and OF COURSE had to take a picture. I believe the Mercedes is a 1956, and honestly the model and year mean nothing to me - what means the world to me are my memories of riding in this beautiful machine with my grandpa, watching him shift gears, touching all the neat looking things inside, waving to everyone because I knew I was in a cool car, the wind in my hair, begging him to go faster, and wishing I grew up in the 50s. My dad, in the photo, is on his way to get the car a nice little tune up so my grandpa can drive it to his high school reunion, how cool is that?
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OMG, that is so sweet that your grandpa is going to his high school reunion!! How crazy is that! That warms my heart.
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