this is not right

[Zoomad75]

Travis-

Like you, my parents had what I called "spies". They where really good friends that were just passing the word if they saw something out of place or stupid. I just didn't realize at the time by driving something unique like my Nova when the rest of my class had pretty generic jap econo-boxes with the minor late model camaro's and mustangs mixed in, that I was easy to pick out of a crowd. Duh. When I started getting lectured with questions like: "So how fast do you go down this road or that road?". I realized I better keep my nose clean while in the car. Plus, my best friend's parents were the managers at two separate Colorado Driver's licence offices. Mom could have my driving record checked at the drop of a phone call. (I'm betting she did from time to time)

I'm really sorry your Dad passed on last year. I couldn't imagine not having mine as he's done so much for me. That being said, I'm insanely sentimental because of it. I'd never sell my Nova. It may not be as nice as any of my Dad's classics (and he's got some awesome cars), but my Nova is the one he and I wrenched on, scrounged boneyards for and raced together. Nothing, no money can replace the memories wrapped up inside that car. If that truck was mine, with those memories it would rip my heart out to sell it. It's something that you have that still connects you to your Dad. Even if you don't have the means to fix it now, just keep a hold of it until you do. Buy a cheap beater to get to school and back and scrimp/save to aquire the parts needed to fix it. Hell, I'd lend a hand myself if I wasn't so far away.