The dreams we dream

If you know John at all, you know that he loves cars, ice cream and me (not necessarily in that order). And I do believe that he eats, sleeps, dreams about and lives for cars. He loves to tell a story about sitting by the open window at 8 years old and listening to cars drive by the house.  He says he could tell what make of car it was by the sound of the engine.  He loves cars and he especially loves old cars.












So this week, after a lengthy search,  he bought a 1970 red convertible GTO.  I have long teased him  that the other woman was a car.  At least now I know what she looks like.