Time for a little past history...
  Back to 1983...I'm 16 and looking for my first car.  Not much money in the bank, just a few hundred dollars.  I was visiting my uncle in Port Wing, WI.  He owned a junk shop, did metal work, and made trailers out of the rear ends of pick-up trucks.  (I also remember he didn't have indoor plumbing so we had to use the outhouse...his favorite saying was "leave one, take two"...I think he was kidding.) He collected a lot of stuff and had a few old trucks and cars in the "back 40".  One car caught my eye, a pink 1956 Buick Special.  I asked him if it ran and he said it did when he parked it back there a few years ago.  He told me to check the fluids and put a battery in to try and start it. 

  Yes it was pink.  The original red paint had chalked up after years in the sun.  The fluid levels all checked out OK.  I put in an old battery, pumped up the tires, and sprayed some starting fluid into the carburetor.  It fired up immediately on the starting fluid and I remember the car rocked side to side as I pressed on the gas trying to pump some fuel into the system.  It didn't catch the first time, but when I tried the starting fluid again it roared to life.  I had to have her.  We worked out a deal and I brought her home. 
  There have been many times over the past almost 30 years I have come very close to selling this hunk of metal, but I am glad now that I didn't.  I still own my first car and she is a beauty (at least in my eye).  Many will tell you about how they wish they still had their first car.  Many fond memories of high school and college are contained in this hunk of metal.  I also learned how to fix anything that broke on it, usually with a lot of blood, sweat, and even a few tears.   I now have the opportunity to make Greta into the car I've always dreamed of.