There's something distinctly special (different) about a person that likes cars. Not just like as in like pizza, like music, more as in like love. Okay, I'll admit it: obsession.

We can see a car we like (may subconsciously think we could easily become obsessed about) and follow it for miles, in any direction, regardless of how "out of the way" it may be. We'll talk to strangers, even follow them home, just to find out what they have under the hood!

My Dad's this way, and then some. I suppose many dads are. But it wasn't until I realized it was happening to me that I fully understood his attention to detail at it's finest (AKA: obsession) about automobiles. This isn't just about a new paint job, big speakers and fancy-shmancy rims... this is about every single detail of a car. The custom rod guys did, do and likely forever will be all but fanatical about their automobiles, and for good reason! True love (absolute obsession) is hard to find!

So what happens to these cars? They come & go, some have 2 or 3 rods, some buy & sell them over and over until they find their true love. Every once in a while an owner misses his old coupe. Not just miss as in, "would be nice if...", "wonder what happened to..." but more as in miss with total regret, warning others to never make the same mistake. My Dad kept warning me to never sell my car (which yes, I am obsessed with) and finally it dawned on me (okay, I'm slow but eventual) Oh... he misses his coupe! Just like I would miss my car if I had to sell it!

I wonder where it is? Is it still alive? (Yes, I'm quirky and consider cars 'dead' or 'alive') What happened to it? What if I could buy it back for him? Wonder where it went? These are the pages that tell the story... which could not be made complete with out the fabulous people of The H.A.M.B. who helped far beyond what I could have ever imagined!!!